7

[Produced by Left Brain] [Intro] 7 Nigga, it's MellowHype, what, you forgot? Yeah, Left Brain on the beat [Hook] Got a bitch for everyday of the week Not to mention the runner ups, told them no mentioning me It go 7,6,5,4,3,2,1, 7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Monday through Sunday, someone new sleeping with me Long as she keep going strong, make sure I sleep comfortably It go 7,6,5,4,3,2,1, 7,6,5,4,3 [Verse 1] She rolling marijuana and she let it all It's only Wednesday, that's humpday, we finna' get it on I like them white body woman, think she a little toned Camera shoot, don't like cameras, mount it and film at home So many people be calling ya boy, HB just stalling (Oh girl!) Wake up after sleep to birds and tweet she still all on ya boy Open my eyes to a pair of tits, bacon and some grits Got my Thursday coming soon and oh she with the shit No effort to get it wetter, she hit the split, she hit the splits I walk around here free balling, play for the Knicks, she give me kiss Gloss wearing off to the max, our lips, they stick together Speaking tounge until it splits, until it splits That weed, I twist like my nose rings, as she's rubbing my plugs This Tempur-Pedic's the sweetest, she's white as a dove Baby believe it, you're eager to be here, just say you're in love Hate be the meat to the cleaver, Jesus she’s about to pull up, Friday [Hook] [Verse 2] You can't control a man, can't force him to hold ya hand She get deep and then we snap like rubber bands, a hunnid bands Parades of shades and underhands, the storm is now is thundering You start stuttering, mumbling Hurry up and buy, thanks, come again You purchased enough time here, arguing with the cashier Can't you see that there's a line here, selfish ass You ain't the only fish in sea with ya' shell fish ass And I'm selling 'em by the seashore Where our resigns take a detour You always mad at something, fuck you gotta be mad at me for? All the things that I do, this shit just keep me prideful Shit, now the world should be your rival I'm the nigga standing right beside you And everything is temporary, especially in February Valentine and chocolate cherries, I'm copping 'em voluntarily I keep my gang tight, rolling downhill, all news bearing Pick her up and drop her off, but with them heels and gold earrings I found this bitch, first she was lost Look at her now, nigga I ain't sharing [Interlude] [Hook]