Everyday... Oh...
C'mon

[Verse 1:]
Mr. Big Spender wanna buy me a shot
Could it be Hennessy or Rémy on the rocks?
Sittin' on the dock of the bay...
Watchin' this fool throw his money away, hey
But I'm just a new kid on yacht, please keep flossin'
You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin'
It ain't often that a girl get a night on the town
That's why I love it when you baller ass n***as come around
Diamond in your ear shining more than my ring
Is it the style or the flavor that you bring
Hilfiger cologne, damn it's on
Wish I could have this all night long
But I know your kind and your kind is too sweet
Your ass "Coup de Ville" seven days of the week

[Chorus:]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Same ol' (everyday) thing (x4)

[Verse 2:]
See what every girl needs is a hard workin' man (that's right)
Clock in early
Work double shifts if he can
It's when his shifts won't change
Same everyday things
Can't maintain
I called my girls to complain!
“This Al Bundy ass n***a treating me like Peg!
Never wanna bring his workin' ass to bed!”
Well, adios. Get lost
Grab your coat and keep steppin'
Never knew this fool would use his job as his weapon
Same lies and alibis, nice try
Had me thinkin' your ass was the nice guy
I should have left when shit wasn't right (Girl, I told you!)
Cause all we did was fuss and fight all night
And when that wasn't happening
You was either rapping with your boys in front room
Tryin' to be cool (Fool!)
You never took a day to make this thing last
And that's exactly why I left yo' ass, it was...
[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Now I'm back with this n***a that don't give a fuck
Roll in a '89 Nissan truck
Rocks in his socks, tryin' to make a knot
Beeper goin' off from them hoochies on his jock
Dealin' with stress, plus everyday drama
And the fact he still live with his mama
But I'm the type of girl that's down for my n***a
The everyday life of a hoodster's wife (Mr. Good Stuff)
One more strike, bound to get life
But I ain't trippin', he's the type I like
Now, tricks, don't even worry sneakin' up on mine
He ain't on that side of town
Cause he don't cross those lines
I find it hard to believe
I've been spending time on my back sipping 'Gnac
Smoking fat ass sacks
In fact, I don't mind
He's all I need
Seven days of the week it's the same routine

[Chorus]

Hey...
Just the same ol' thang
Monday through Saturday
Even on Sunday
Just the same ol' thang