blue mondays

I TRIED WRITING DOWN THE LYRICS;

dicky shorts body belt boxer briefs
bitch across this marathon is where you ought to be
shoppin spree, spending thousands on designer jeans
exoctic women, mercedes, benz with bucket seats
pretty feet, pretty hair that blow in the breeze
it’s pretty rare that she meet a nigga as real as me
especially when she fishin in this music industry
but luckily she fuckin brown(?)down to fuck wit me
so where my self with the fina things
i guess im hollywood cuz imma join with my grinda bring
im all money {yeaa}.. dot inc minus the major record label
time to arouse a beat
on every stage, i give everything inside of me but she gon give em back
after the show, my mic goes sweet
ma-mah nigga real, piz got a thick freak
down the hall, gettin crackn over this beat
we smokin goood, yall smell of weed
we finally made it to the plane and we fell asleep
the mornin came, the night leaves, a little well workaholic
shiet i might be, up at six in the morning like i’m iced tea
spit the grip on the malcom x, spike lee
and them otha rappers neva think they like me
on any given day 60,000 on my white-t
aint nothin much but what them dollas bring
addicted to the rush of money wires and depositing,
so know i cant fall asleep at the drivers seat
that’s why i wake up to a kush blunt and a walo(?) beat
hard top, push the button, you dont turn the key
bullet proof cuz i know niggas wanna murda me
i neva heard of you, i know u heard of me
and thas the part that make your head hurt
(bridge)
go go go go go
uh uh talk to me and i talk back, back
i gotchu i gotchu yeah i gotchu
loo cuz i got it on deck baby
i put it on set baby
im kissin on your neck
your pussy get wet, and then we have sex baby
cuz i got it on deck baby i put that on the set baby
i get to kissin  your neck, your pussy get wet and then we havin sex baby