Sun Come Up

[Intro: Rick Ross] Bird, park that body nigga Let's take 2 or 3 of them shits to the head nigga What! [Hook: T-Pain] Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name Yay in the carry-on, that I'm 'bout to carry on After all the deals, I still deal and carry on Versus the past, we all shed tears That's why I pop pills, the end so near The crackas don't work, niggas just snitch Lose trial, that's a bitch, nigga go sit Three hots in the car, where the surf 'n' turf Three blocks in the car, I'm gettin' what it's worth From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom Buyin' up the bar so the ladies gettin' at him [Hook: T-Pain] Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up (we hustle on) Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up [Verse 2: Glasses Malone] You see my eyelids fallin', but sleep prolong Daddy can't sleep 'til this work all gone Drub broke down, 10028 zone I'm seeing new trucks over 28's chrome Brand new Benz is 600 ponies Candy on the bitch, candy on the coating Dreams so sweet now, it's my reality Nigga don't bite cause you might get a cavity Now hold me down, clown, call that gravity Stash so dumb, mine's ridin' shot gun Doin' 90 down Crenshaw, gotta be careful Or end up murdered like Cain causin' hell [Hook: T-Pain] [Verse 3: Birdman] Youngin, this for the Bird Lady Su-woo, yeah nigga Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas Fleet, red CMB UPT where I be Comfortably (believe dat!) Louis with the suede on Rockin' them jewels cause we paid homie Laid on it, played on it See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie (100!) My honey, she know I'm good with the K Doin' it how my niggas did it back in the day Now my lil' nigga all good with the spray Young Money, everyday [Hook: T-Pain]