Calendar Nines (Ft. Aisa)

[Intro]
You don't love me
If you loved me, you wouldn't be calling me Tuesday
You'd be calling my name, Shanice, not fucking Tuesday
You call my phone, you're asking for Tuesday
What the fuck is that? Who is Tuesday?
You see, the problem started when my Tuesday bitch wanted a Friday slot
And I gave it to her
Now I got Friday beefing with Thursday
Tuesday's got beef with Wednesday now, it's all mad

[Verse 1]
My Monday chick
Supermodel, always comes through on some runway shit, uh
Got me stalling like my car was in clutch
Probably woulda locked her down, but she parties too much
Tuesday got more breast than Kentucky
Airhead, but she give the best sucky-sucky (Yeah)
Wednesday got a man who plays for Chelsea
Away games, she always FaceTimes me, taking selfies
Thursday's on the 'Gram looking rich and sexy
Got an AP on, but her fridge is empty, uh (If I'm lyin', I'm dyin')
I told Friday what we could've had
But she just wanna take man for a sugar dad (Fuckin' gold digger)
I spend my weekends with the fam
So don't judge me like I'm speaking on the stand
'Cause all my hoes is a ten
And next week, I'll do it all over again