Kota the Friend – Monday Lyrics

Monday By Kota the Friend

Monday, Monday
Gotta get the bread, won’t complain, nah
Brand new whip on the one way
Gotta dream big for the one day
N---- want a crib with the backyard
Nice lil bed with a slim waist
800 credit in a black car
Everybody good when he get paid
Take a milly put it on the black
When you really gettin’ money you don’t ever gotta act
I did everything I said, I been keepin’ it a stack
Took a stack, bought a crib by a river to relax
N---- came up from the low-low, left it in the past
I’m in [?] California with my feet up on the grass
And my shorty in the rental with her feet up on the dashboard
You know that I love it when the bougie in they bag

Yeah money on the phone, n---- wake up
Nowadays shorty need pay stubs
Bankroll tucked in the raincoat
Better get hip to the fake love
Babygirl get that paper
Bad lil b----, she A1
Stack your bread for the girls trip
R-I-P to the haters

Stay home with that fake s---, yeah
She ain’t really bad if she basic, nah
Get a whole bag and I save it, yeah
Cookin’ up crack in the basement, ayy
Take s--- day by day
N----- throw shade always
Work through the pain like, ayy
Milly in the rain like ayy
Henny to the face like ayy
Lake house on a lil boat straight chillin’
Sun roof on the whole crib no ceilin’
Feel no ways, no holes, no games
No stress, no flexin’ for the ‘Gram
No money to my ear, on the porch sippin’ Kool-Aid
Mix it in with the D’USSE
1 o’clock on a Tuesday
Young n---- on a new wave
Bank job for a new day

Yeah money on the phone, n---- wake up
Nowadays shorty need pay stubs
Bankroll tucked in the raincoat
Better get hip to the fake love
Babygirl get that paper
Bad lil b----, she A1
Stack your bread for the girls trip
R-I-P to the haters



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