Monday Nights - Jimmy Johnson

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