Lyrics
Everybody just, everybody just, everybody just jump
Everybody just, everybody just jump
Yeah, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Hit my shit like ugh ugh
Had to go and ugh ugh
Yo' bitch want that ugh ugh
Gave yo' girl that ugh ugh
Moanin' in the morning and she loud, she like, "Ugh, ugh"
Smokin' so much, I can't breathe
Got my lungs like ugh ugh (everybody just, everybody just)
Monday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Tuesday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Wednesday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Thursday, bet it, we hustle (hustle)
Friday, I'ma ball out then kick back, watch my opps fumble (fumble)
Saturday, I'ma hustle (hustle) (yeah)
Sunday, she want cuddle
Since I was lil' I've been doin' big shit
Niggas lil' and they swear to God they doin' big shit (c'mon, bro)
You a Nate Robinson, you ain't a Kobe, nigga
The figures you make ain't the same
That I be gettin', nigga (everybody just, everybody just)
Y'all takin' dreads out to make 'em braids
Rastafari to the grave
Hustle like I ain't been paid
Ain't no A without that K
Shoot a club then I hit the hay
See your ex and I'm sayin', "Hey"
I'm Jennifer Coolidge, always on vacay
No, we not the fuckin' same
Young Aminé now a household name
Been ballin' for a long time, I feel like Chris Paul, mane
Kay sent me free beats back in 2015
Now it's 2023 and we got racks in our jeans, yeah (we rich)
Hit my shit like ugh ugh
Had to go and ugh ugh
Yo' bitch want that ugh ugh
Gave yo' girl that ugh ugh
Moanin' in the morning and she loud, she like, "Ugh, ugh"
Smokin' so much, I can't breathe
Got my lungs like ugh ugh (everybody just)
Monday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Tuesday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Wednesday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Thursday, bet it, we hustle (hustle)
Friday, I'ma ball out then kick back, watch my opps fumble (fumble)
Saturday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Sunday, she want cuddle
Now, who the fuck been more consistent than Kay and me?
These rappers droppin' one good album then you don't hear a peep
I get it, it's hard to keep this shit goin', mane
Well, I mean not for us 'cause we keep goin', mane
Look, KAYTRAMINÉ made a slap, call it Will Smith
Rappers ain't my friends, they finna hate us like we was Chris
Rockin' shit from your wishlist, bitch, you should take a pic
Yes, I got me a New Balance and I got me a new bitch
Say she don't do challenges but she dance on this dick
All I give her is Bottega and all you give her is the ick (ew)
Take the top off, now her top off, gettin' topped up in the whip
Cuba Gooding Jr with the chicken, baby, yeah, I'm lit
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, hit my shit like ugh ugh
Had to go and ugh ugh
Yo' bitch want that ugh ugh
Gave yo' girl that ugh ugh
Moanin' in the morning and she loud, she like, "Ugh, ugh"
Smokin' so much, I can't breathe
Got my lungs like ugh ugh (everybody just)
Monday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Tuesday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Wednesday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Thursday, bet it, we hustle (hustle)
Friday, I'ma ball out then kick back, watch my opps fumble (fumble)
Saturday, I'ma hustle (hustle)
Sunday, she want cuddle (cuddle)
Everybody just, everybody just bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
What, nigga? What
Everybody just, everybody just bounce