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Everyday... Oh... C'mon [Verse 1] Mr Big Spender wanna buy me a shot Could it be Hennesay or Rimmy on the rocks Sittin' on the dock of the bay... Watchin' this fool throw his money away, hey But I'm just a new kid on yacht, please keep flossin' You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin' It ain't often that a girl get a night on the town That's why I love it when you ball' ass niggas come around Diamond in your ear shining more than my ring Is it the style or the flava that you bring Hillfiger cologne, damn it's on, wish I could have this all night long But I know your kind, and your kind is too sweet Your ass 'coupe de ville' seven days of the week [Chorus] Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Same ol' everything [x4] [Verse 2] See what every girl needs is a hard workin' man Clockin the early one, double shifts if he can It's when his shifts won't change, same everyday thang SongtexteCan't maintain, I got my girls to complain This Al Brundy ass nigga treating me like pig Never wanna bring his workin' as to bed Well, Adios, Get Lost, grab your coat and keep steppin' Never knew this fool would use his job as his weapon Same lies and alibis, nice try Had me thinkin' your ass was the nice guy I should have left when shit weren't right Cause all we did was fuss and fight all night And when that wasn't happening, you were either rapping With your boys in front room tryin' to be cool (Fool!) You never took a day to make this thing last And that's exactly why I left yo' ass, it was... [Chrorus] [Verse 3] Now I'm back with this nigga that don't give a fuck Rollin' his 89 Nissan truck Rocks in his socks, tryin' to make a knock Beepers goin' off from them hoochies on his jock Dealin' with stress plus everyday drama And the fact he still live with his Mama But I'm the type of girl that's down for my nigga The evryday life of a hoodster's wife (Mr Good Stuff) One more strife, bound to get live But I ain't trippin', he's the type I like Now tricks don't even worry speakin up on mine He ain't on that side of town cause he don't cross those lines I find it hard to believe, I've been spending time On my back, sipping yak, smoking fat ass sacks, in fact I don't mind, he's all I need Seven days of the week it's the same routeine [Chorus] Hey... Oh oh Just the same ol' thang... Monday through Saturday Even on Sunday... just the same ol' thang, oh... oh... oh... oh... Aus Songtexte Mania