Church on Sunday

[Intro]

Tahj Money

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta & T.I.]

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)

[Verse 1: T.I.]

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 bitch easy like Sunday (Uh)

Bitch always pullin' up some place (Ooh)

Come right up out that Givenchy (Sheesh)

Then haul ass 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 bitch, show no emotion, poker face

What's understood don't need to be explained, them niggas 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

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]

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)

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]

Killin' shit, 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 fuck 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 fuck you

I go to church just to pay my tithes

I know they watch 'cause they bite my style

I let real niggas in my house

I make fuck niggas stand outside

I don't regret shit

I'm a street nigga, I don't take shit

I get on the beat and I bless shit

When you on your feet, that's the best shit

Real rap, Funkmaster Flex shit

And I'm strapped, ridin' with the TEC shit

Still got my feet on they neck shit

They can't rest shit, yeah

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]

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)