Lyrics Monday Nights - Jimmy Johnson

Monday Nights

I can’t believe
Why’d you do this me (really can’t believe)
Why’d you do this me
Can’t believe you would do that to me
I swear to god that I can’t believe
Why would you do it, why would you do it
Cause you do this to me
Why would you do it, why’d you do this to me
Why would you do it, why’d you do that to me
There’s a reason why I’m pissed off
Cause this ho try to shit talk
Talkin' like she cut my dick off
Then her brother try to ride on me, huh
He don’t know I got a 9 on me
Lil pup try to bring it to the big dog
Try to run his lips off
Shot him in his leg, he had to limp off
She was always on the dumb shit
Cause there’s shooters at the function
Tryna talk like she run shit
Cause she know I got my gun with me
Gotta keep her by the phone with me
Like a bitch in the front with me (bad bitch)
Cause this games gettin' too deep
And I’m ballin' like I’m two-three (23)
Now you got me back on my bullshit
Yeah you know I’m back on my bullshit
Tell me why the hell you do that to me
I’m out on these streets
I can’t believe
Can’t believe you would do that to me
Don’t fuck with no bitches that don’t fuck with me
Don’t fuck with no niggas that don’t fuck with me
I fuck with some niggas that came from these streets
Can handle these bitches
I’m after these digits
I gotta go get 'em
That’s why I ain’t chillin'
I’m the realest of niggas
But I’m tryna be the richest
That’s why I got stacks in the shoe box
And I got some extra bands by the new socks
Fuckin' pullin hoes, Jimmy too hot
Foreign bitches ask me, «How'd you do that?»
Jimmy F50 got a new bag
Even helped Stella to get her groove back
Tryna spend some bands on a new watch
Fuckin' every bitch in her tube top
I’m just being honest, why my crews hot
Perfect view of the tower from the rooftop
Coming through the whole block in a new drop
Swear they love me in my city like I’m 2pac
Oh oh, girl I just do
Only got room for like 2 in the coupe
Course I got room for a bitch with some boobs
Once I got closer it was easy to choose
She seen the coupe
Swear she got swept off her shoes
Now she wanna come through
She wanna see what it do
Dude is so chillin, I do is so good
It’s easy for me, it’s harder for you
They hate that I’m caking, could bake it for two
Making like niggas that’s breaking the rules
They making it move, yeah that why they like my shoes
They bleachy is Keishy, ain’t never been geeky
You know that they know