Bard - On a Sunday

I'm feeling lazy like I just woke up
Making payments as my bitch woke up
Now I hit her with the drip and soak up
If you think I give a fuck so what
I'm a line them zip em on up
Place an order then I pick them all up
I'm responsible for what's in my truck
I'm responsible for what's in my cup

Money printed in God we trust
Gucci underwear Balmain guts
Keep dropping these hits he's a klutz
Louis underwear Balmain nuts
She's a snow bunny head in the dust
Head in the clouds when I'm ready to bust
Big hemi and I'm revving it up
Big hemi and I'm revving it up
Park valet and I barely can walk
Talk shit and leave him there in the chalk
Talk shit but you barely can talk
Her booty so big that she barely can walk
She barely can walk
Her booty so big like I'm staring at the hulk
If I stare it ain't my fault
A hunnid K cash and it's buried in a vault

Burning on wedding cake
But I got a ring on
Smoking on gelato
I made this shit here my theme song
Hopping on the interstate
And my feet got them Ri's on
I'm all about the G's homie
All about them racks homie
I bought coupe in cash homie
Marijuana bags on me
I got paper tags homie
Burning on wedding cake
This shit here my matrimony
Bought myself a palomino
Drinking on some Pellegrino
Feeling like I'm Al Capone
Hopping in a El Camino
This shit here is Ocean's 12
I'm a take out the casino
I'm a touch down young bitch
Like I'm Dan Marino
Peyton Manning in the end zone
Fuck a little bitch in the friend zone
In the friend zone
I'm a touchdown in the end zone
Fuck a little bitch in the friend zone
Percolating I got bubbles in my cup
Bubbles in my drink I got bubbles in my gut
Big money big bubbles are us
Shawty looking fine
With that big ole bubble butt
With that big ole bubble butt
Got me handcuffed and you got my ass stuck
With that big ole bubble butt
Got me handcuffed and you got my ass stuck

Written by:
Bradford Claypool

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