Howdy (Tuesday) Tuesday Thru Sunday

[Intro: Matt Meyer Lansky]
Oh so you just thought we was up here just shopping and bullshitting?
Tuesday Thru Sunday, OBP

[Verse 1: Matt Meyer Lansky]
I got bodies in my whip
Mommies on my dick
I'm smiling when you spot me servin' by you on the strip
You can't define me by my problems
I don't do drugs I'm just always around them
I'm playing I brought them I'm never without them
I let my bitch hold em' it's not my problem
Shit, what you think this is man? I don't know
Don't ever catch me in no photo without no wardrobe unless them Polo
And that's basic in the least bit, never tell a bitch no secret
Keep that shit to myself cause they take it all as a sign of weakness

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
But yo I got a black girl, and her hair look Indian
Right, nigga pitch black but my dashboard lighting up our date night nigga
Reserve store button down, pussy no polo
Love my style now later she want a photo
Savage life hoes, gold mouth and I got that fire
And I fuck her limbs off, so assembly's required
She give me that X-O, cup of X oh man she love this
Text a X-O to the one I'm fuckin' with, cause her mouth is shit
Hug kiss lil bitch