Church on Sunday (Explicit) - Blac Youngsta/T.I.

Lyrics by：Sammie Benson/Clifford Joseph Harris Jr./Tahj Vaughn

Composed by：Sammie Benson/Clifford Joseph Harris Jr./Tahj Vaughn

Tahj Money

Church on Sunday

Let's do it

'bout my money

Do it yeah

Trap on Monday

Let's do it

Traphouse jumpin'

Let's do it

I ain't runnin'

Let's do it

I might gun 'em

Shipment comin'

Let's do it

Better not fumble

Church on Sunday

Let's do it

'bout my money

Do it yeah

Trap on Monday

Let's do it

Traphouse jumpin'

Let's do it

I ain't runnin'

Let's do it

I might gun 'em

Shipment comin'

Let's do it

Better not fumble

King

Tryna find a church I believe in

Worth wakin' up on the weekend

How the preacher teachin' us and he sin

Told God I don't do middlemen

Nah

Your b***h easy like Sunday

Uh

B***h always pullin' up some place

Ooh

Come right up out that Givenchy

Sheesh

Then haul a*s in that Hyundai

Skrrt

Turn your loss into a lesson

Don't regret your mistake

Build your character

And that's gon' take you places money can't

Just stay solid in this b***h show no emotion poker face

What's understood don't need to be explained them n***as know the play

Remember all I wanted was a beeper and an open face

I started trappin' still totin' pistols with an open case

Started rappin' learned bad habits really hard to break

Let my kid down the only thing that make my heart break

Do it big large estate

Pull up in an iron rod gate

Lookin' for the smart play

Never work a hard day

If there's a deal to be done I'ma do it run my bag up

What God got for me my blessing it

Do not come from no pastor nah

Church on Sunday

Let's do it

'Bout my money

Do it yeah

Trap on Monday

Let's do it

Traphouse jumpin'

Let's do it

I ain't runnin'

Let's do it

I might gun 'em

Shipment comin'

Let's do it

Better not fumble

Church on Sunday

Let's do it

'Bout my money

Do it yeah

Trap on Monday

Let's do it

Traphouse jumpin'

Let's do it

I ain't runnin'

Let's do it

I might gun 'em

Shipment comin'

Let's do it

Better not fumble

Yeah

Killin' s**t I was forced to

Go against me I'll torch you

Ambulance they'll rush you

12 came through and bust you

I was like hell he ain't go to jail

How the f**k can I trust you

Wait I'm a superstar

'Fore you walk up on me my security gotta touch you

You'll be dead and gone they love you

Only found bones when they dug you

On your backbone I'ma rub you

Only comin' home just to f**k you

I go to church just to pay my tithes

I know they watch 'cause they bite my style

I let real n***as in my house

I make f**k n***as stand outside

I don't regret s**t

I'm a street n***a I don't take s**t

I get on the beat and I bless s**t

When you on your feet that's the best s**t

Real rap Funkmaster Flex s**t

And I'm strapped ridin' with the TEC s**t

Still got my feet on they neck s**t

They can't rest s**t yeah

Church on Sunday

Let's do it

'Bout my money

Do it yeah

Trap on Monday

Let's do it

Traphouse jumpin'

Let's do it

I ain't runnin'

Let's do it

I might gun 'em

Shipment comin'

Let's do it

Better not fumble

Church on Sunday

Let's do it

'Bout my money

Do it yeah

Trap on Monday

Let's do it

Traphouse jumpin'

Let's do it

I ain't runnin'

Let's do it

I might gun 'em

Shipment comin'

Let's do it

Better not fumble

Yeah