Текст Rick Ross – Sun Come Up

Intro
Bird, park that body, nigga
Let’s take 2 or 3 of dem shits to da head, nigga
What!

Verse 1: Rick Ross
Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes
Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name
Yey in the carry-on, that I’m ’bout to carry on
After all the deals, I still deal and carry on
Versus the past, we all shed tears
That’s why I pop pills, the end so near
The crackas don’t work, niggas just snitch
Lose trial, that’s a bitch, nigga go sit
Three hots in the car, where the surf ‘n’ turf
Three blocks in the car, I’m gettin’ what it’s worth
From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom
Buyin’ up the bar so the ladies gettin’ at him

Hook: T-Pain
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
‘Til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
‘Til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up

Verse 2: Glasses Malone
You see my eyelids fallin’, but sleep prolong

Hook: T-Pain

Verse 3: Birdman
Youngin, this for the Bird Lady
SuWu, yeah nigga
Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas
Fleet, red CMB, UPT where I be comfortably
Louis with the suede on
Rockin’ that jewels cause we paid homie
Laid on it, played on it
See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie
My honey, she know I’m good with the K
Doin’ it how my niggas did it back in the day
Now my lil’ nigga all good with the spray
Gettin’ money everyday

Hook: T-Pain