Matt Monday - Ramadan lyrics

rate me

Make ‘em say uuuhm

Look, I’m the master

Show love, fear on you, bastards

They finally freed my nigga, let’s get ratchet

And so they saw our roody, let’s get ratchet

Uuuhm, I’m the master

Show love, fear on you, bastards

I love the life, I do it for the passion

Vice-versa, tell your people I’m the master

Let me get that number five tape, please

Sweetie, Polynesian sauce

Look inside my eyes, bitch, you see a boss

Look inside my clique, you see some kings and queens

Man, we out here getting it by any means

They got my people from the strand

If you speaking pharmaceutics they don’t go to CBS

I know niggas selling quarter spoons off that GGS

They got pills, they got ‘Zanies, they got X, I digress

Like GT, got them staring at my headlights

Rebel with a purpose, they’ll fuck your red lights

No culinary, yeah, still tryna get my bread right

Geechie girl in the kitchen making red rice

Coming off the top like headlights

We ready, we in a league that you ain’t balling in

Right where you falling hearing these niggas hollering

You fucking with my team and I’m showing zero tolerance

Uuuhm, yep, I’m the master

Show love, yep, on you, bastards

They finally freed my nigga Boosie, let’s get ratchet

Until they saw the roody, let’s get ratchet

Uuuhm, I’m the master

Show love, yep, on you, bastards

I love the life, I do it for the passion

Vice-versa, tell your people I’m the master

Yeah, now they got Monday on some trill shit

Till you eat another bitch I’m ‘bout to hit the kill switch

That ill shit, yeah, baby, I can pick you up

Our dysentery is loose so when you hop in get you spill shit

Yeah, light it, light it, I think we flying

Why they lying? They ain’t ducking for nothing

You know we fired on them

Ralph Lauren linens and she lying on them

Built a million dollar kingdom, such tired on them

Yeah, swim team, young lieutenant

New roof tinted, black spell kindred

Geechie girls be like, “boy, you bulletproof in it”

Girl, you ain’t only from the city, only few in it

But me and JT in the city, bring a few women

More Coronas, gin and Arizonas

Girl, you seen me balling, come and hop on these cojones

Money’s just a bonus, rarely seen me sober

Clearly it’s clear to her that your time here nearly over

Now your lady wanna sleep over

She tryna get up under covers like Malik Yoba

She tryna get up under covers like Malik Yoba