Time Of Da Month / Enough Is Enough! ft. PlayShrpJ Lyrics

What you know 'bout these racks?

We spin boulevards, we turn them shits to cul-de-sacs

It's that time of the month, it's the fifth, I'm finna go to Saks

They wanna talk, I plead the Fifth, I don't wanna go over that

Got tired of fussin' and fightin', I went and got money instead

Shawty keep blowin' my phone, she fussin' and fallin', she just tryna give me some head

She beggin' for more, she beggin' for more, she popped on the dick like it's meds

Got tired of @'s on the Gram, we finna pull up and just leave yo' mans dead

We got them sticks aimin' right at yo' life

Tomato red dot, that shit is precise

My brudda run in homes, man, fuck them strikes

Strapped up, I feel like a dyke

Back up, yo' life on the line

Racked up, got checks like Nike

Got slappers, we fuck up the mic

Capper, fuck nigga, yeah, he a capper

That nigga, he fake, that nigga a fraud, he really a actor

That nigga gon' pray, that nigga gon' plead like where is the pastor

We tote blicks, we tote poles, put a pussy nigga up for ransom

Got tired of fuck niggas tryin' the shit

Bring yo' whole gang, they all get hit

Yo' bitch finna come slide over to the crib and play with the Wii (we) 'cause she fit

Me and all my niggas slidin' to the party in tonkas and now this shit lit

And all these niggas tryna bite up on the swag, I treat that lil boy like my kid

Walk in this bitch and I hit like blam

I'm finna pull up in the muhfuckin' lamb

Bose speakers, peanut seats, hell yeah, I'm finna jam

Ever since I started ballin', I gotta keep the heat like Bam

What you know 'bout these racks?

We spin boulevards, we turn them shits to cul-de-sacs

It's that time of the month, it's the fifth, I'm finna go to Saks

They wanna talk, I plead the Fifth, I don't wanna go over that

Got tired of fussin' and fightin', I went and got money instead

Shawty keep blowin' my phone, she fussin' and fallin', she just tryna give me some head

She beggin' for more, she beggin' for more, she popped on the dick like it's meds

Got tired of @'s on the Gram, we finna pull up and just leave yo' mans dead