Blac Youngsta、T.I. - Church on Sunday (Explicit)
Written by:Sammie Benson、Clifford Joseph Harris Jr.、Tahj Vaughn
Composed by:Sammie Benson、Clifford Joseph Harris Jr.、Tahj Vaughn
Tahj Money
Yeah
Church on Sunday let's do it 'bout my money do it yeah
Trap on monday let's do it traphouse jumpin' let's do it
I ain't runnin' let's do it I might gun 'em
Shipment coming let's do it better not fumble
Church on Sunday let's do it 'bout my money do it yeah
Trap on monday let's do it traphouse jumpin' let's do it
I ain't runnin' let's do it I might gun 'em
Shipment coming let's do it better not fumble king
Tryna find a church I believe in
Worth wakin' up on the weekend
How the preacher teachin' us and he sin
Told god I don't do middlemen nah
Your b**ch easy like Sunday uh
B**ch always pullin' up some place ooh
Come right up out that givenchy sheesh
Then haul a** in that hyundai skrrt
Turn your loss into a lesson
Don't regret your mistake
Build your character
And that's gon' take you places money can't
Just stay solid in this b**ch
Show no emotion poker face
What's understood don't need to be explained
Them n***as know the play
Remember all I wanted was a beeper and an open face
I started trappin'
Still totin' pistols with an open case
Started rappin'
Learned bad habits really hard to break
Let my kid down
The only thing that make my heart break
Do it big large estate
Pull up in an iron rod gate
Looking for the smart play
Never work a hard day
If there's a deal to be done
I'ma do it run my bag up
What god got for me my blessing
It do not come from no pastor nah
Church on Sunday let's do it 'bout my money do it yeah
Trap on monday let's do it
Traphouse jumpin' let's do it
I ain't runnin' let's do it I might gun 'em
Shipment coming let's do it better not fumble
Church on Sunday let's do it
Bout my money do it yeah
Trap on monday let's do it
Traphouse jumpin' let's do it
I ain't runnin' let's do it I might gun 'em
Shipment coming let's do it
Better not fumble yeah
Killin' sh*t I was forced to
Go against me I'll torch you
Ambulance they'll rush you
12 came through and bust you
I was like hell he ain't go to jail
How the f**k can I trust you
Wait I'm a superstar
Fore you walk up on me my security gotta touch you
You'll be dead and gone they love you
Only found bones when they dug you
On your backbone I'ma rub you
Only coming home just to f**k you
I go to church just to pay my tithes
I know they watch 'cause they bite my style
I let real n***as in my house
I make f**k n***as stand outside
I don't regret sh*t
I'm a street n***a I don't take sh*t
I get on the beat and I bless sh*t
When you on your feet that's the best sh*t
Real rap funkmaster flex sh*t
And I'm strapped ridin' with the tec sh*t
Still got my feet on they neck sh*t
They can't rest sh*t yeah
Church on Sunday let's do it
Bout my money do it yeah
Trap on monday let's do it
Traphouse jumpin' let's do it
I ain't runnin' let's do it I might gun 'em
Shipment coming let's do it better not fumble
Church on Sunday let's do it
Bout my money do it yeah
Trap on monday let's do it
Traphouse jumpin' let's do it
I ain't runnin' let's do it I might gun 'em
Shipment coming let's do it
Better not fumble yeah