Lyrics Sunday Morning - B La B, Lil Baby

Sunday Morning

Cook that shit up Quay
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Soon as push up
She gon get in my car, yeah (my car)
Only drink Act and Rem (Act)
I don’t take bars (I don’t take bars)
Bringing my stacks up
And I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars)
Whenever my mood change
I can go and switch your car (switch your car)
Diamonds on Blu-Ray
Came thru dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning)
I just been stacking patient
Miss your birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign)
Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan)
Walk in the bank with my 40 (my 40)
Everywhere I go they recording (recording)
Stay down now I’m important (yeah yeah yeah)
Whole lotta blue racks (racks)
Bitches know we having money (ooh)
Pull up they like hooray (hooray)
Foreign coup, Chanel, we stunting
Smoking all this gold as soon as fuck I wanna roll up (soon as fuck)
A couple birdies in their Bentleys (brrr) screaming fours up (fours up)
Ain’t no jelly I do Margiela
Piss on you no R. Kelly
Eating like a beast up in these streets I got a large belly
I want all the cash and I got all of the swag yeah (yeah, yeah)
Niggas they be mad they think I’m doing some kind of magic (why)
Ice on, when I hit that scene and shit the lights off
I’m piped up flyer than a kite I’m on a flight though
Gotta pipe down if you get too loud I’ll knock your lights out
Wanna fight now I got some guys and they go *blow blow*
Soon as push up
She gon get in my car, yeah (my car)
Only drink Act and Rem (Act)
I don’t take bars (I don’t take bars)
Ran my stacks up
And I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars)
Whenever my mood change
I can go and switch your car (switch your car)
Diamonds on Blu-Ray
Came thru dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning)
I just been stacking patient
Miss your birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign)
Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan)
Walk in the bank with my 40 (my 40)
Everywhere I go they recording (recording)
Stay down now I’m important (yeah yeah yeah)
Real street nigga I ain’t fighting no
We don’t do one on one (no)
Fuck you think we chances
Riding with all these guns
I ain’t never played the flute
But I keep these mags and I got this drum yeah
Young nigga just finish high school
But he get a X pill he going dumb yeah
I see him watching tryna get the recipe
I’ll be god damned if I let him get the best of me
Money on me no regular pedestrian
I put that dope in pots and make it specialty
I pay security ain’t no touching me
Everything guaranteed when you fucking me
Everything overseas it’s a luxury
She just mad because she ain’t get no nut from me
It ain’t no IM team we on that fuckery
Bitch I’m a meal ticket ain’t no cooking me
Bitch you can’t come with me it ain’t no company
How you a boss and you don’t own a company
Pussy good, ass fat that shit come for me
Wish a nigga would, I ain’t no rapper b
I be in the hood where all them trappers be
Everywhere I go I’m keeping that strap with me
Soon as push up
She gon get in my car, yeah (my car)
Only drink Act and Rem (Act)
I don’t take bars (I don’t take bars)
Bringing my stacks up
And I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars)
Whenever my mood change
I can go and switch your car (switch your car)
Diamonds on Blu-Ray
Came thru dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning)
I just been stacking patient
Miss your birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign)
Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan)
Walk in the bank with my 40 (my 40)
Everywhere I go they recording (recording)
Stay down now I’m important (yeah yeah yeah)