Honey Do

I start the day out

With a list of shit the bitch want me to do

It's my only day off and I ain't in the mood

Take the garbage to the curb

Mow the lawn and grab a broom

Hell no, I'm getting drunk

You can keep your honey-do

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I'm not tryin' to hear it right now

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I ain't tryin' to hear your mouth

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I pay the bills in this house

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I'mma bout to pass out (Yeah)

Just got home you're steadily talking

Barking orders bitch, stop the nonsense

Let me rest and don't test my conscience

Cause I let you off last week

For all the acting improper with all of the bossin'

Like I ain't been working all week to get all this

You're constantly fussing

Over all that I bought us

But then we get home and you want me to fall in line

With your time. Clean and respine the screen porch

And then please climb the ladder to clean the gutters

But motherfucker, I'm trying to recline

Go, go get me a shot of that refine

I'll get it all done in me time

But in the meantime, please rewind and be quiet

I start the day out with a list of shit

The bitch want me to do

It's my only day off, and I ain't in the mood

Take the garbage to the curb

Mow the lawn and grab a broom

Hell no, I'm getting drunk

You can keep your honey-do

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I'm not trying to hear it right now

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I ain't tryin' to hear your mouth

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I pay the bills in this house

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I'mma bout to pass out

Hey, Hey

Sayin' this and that all that chitter chat

All early up in the morning

In a moment, going back and forth with myself

I'm the opponent

I'm on it. I'm pushing P's, I'm Sony

I pay the bills, I own it

You mop the flow' get from me

Doing this and all that I am lost bitch

You are making me sick I am nauseous

Stop running your mouth. This ain't cross-fit

You should approach me with caution

You bossy

You thinking you on your Rick Ross shit?

You need to get off your high horse shit

I'm on it. I hop off it. You lost it

I start the day out with a list of shit

The bitch want me to do

It's my only day off and I ain't in the mood

Take the garbage to the curb, mow the lawn

And grab a broom

Hell no, I'm getting drunk

You can keep your honey-do

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I'm not tryin' to hear it right now

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I ain't trying to hear your mouth

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I pay the bills in this house

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I'mma bout to pass out

I'm off work, she talkin' shit

And this bitch still actin' green

I'm trying to hit the golf course and tee up

But this bitch want me to clean

Turn your mouth off cause it came on

I'm trying to get drunk with my team

Started bitching at me for this and that

Thinking that I might agree

I was stone-cold drunk

She was yelling out some orders

I heard, blah, blah, blah

Quit talking like I'm sober

I'm a motherfucking mess

Like this kitchen and the sofa

It's gonna stay that way till the morning

I Start the day out with a list of shit

BITCH!!

The bitch want me to do

It's my only day off

And I ain't in the mood

Take the garbage to the curb

Mow the lawn and grab a broom

Hell, no I'm getting drunk

You can keep your honey-do

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I'm not tryin' to hear it right now

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I ain't tryin' to hear your mouth

I'll get to it in the mornin'

I pay the bills in this house

I'll get to it in the mornin'

Imma bout to pass out