Dre Greene - Sunday Funday Lyrics

She double fist mimosas
She double fist mimosas
She double fist mimosas
She do that shit how she 'posed to
Ay she be Sunday Funday brunchin', she be getting toasted
Avocado on her toast and shit, she like potatoes roasted
And these mimosas bottomless, someone grab the hostess
Someone grab the hostess
Cause these mimosas bottomless, someone grab the hostess
Someone grab the hostess

Ok, she double fist mimosas
Show up early get her table cause
She don't want that wobbly shit, she like her table stable
And she like the shrimp and grits
Shawty slim thick. And she hella pretty
Got Shea butter on her skin
Yeah, she double fist mimosas
All I need in this life of sin
She made a nigga get up early, church at 10am (And praise the Lord)
But now she double fist mimosa
She likes to call that balance
She said, babe would you split it with me if I get the salad

She double fist mimosas
She double fist mimosas
She double fist mimosas
She do that shit how she 'posed to yah
Ay she be Sunday Funday brunchin', she be getting toasted
Avocado on her toast and shit, she like potatoes roasted
And these mimosas bottomless, someone grab the hostess
Someone grab the hostess
Cause these mimosas bottomless, someone grab the hostess
Please go find the hostess

And you gone listen when she talk and you gone know when she walk in
Ay this her Sunday spot so she up in this bitch again
She double fist mimosas
She bought a round of shots
Ay powdered sugar on French toast
She want it fresh and hot (They brought it fresh)
And she with a group of baddies, she brought a whole flock
They all chillin' right now but 'round 1:30 they gone pop
And she double fist mimosas
The bartender knows her name
And they hold it down cause she be spending hella change
When she double fist (She got the guap - she got the guap)

She double fist, she double fist
Yeah, she lookin' hella good when she double fist
She double fist, she double fist
Ay when she double fist
Ay she be looking hella good when she double fist

She double fist, she double fist
Yeah, she lookin' hella good when she double fist
She double fist, she double fist
Ay when she double fist
Ay she be looking hella good when she double fist

And when she start to twerk up in that seat you know she feel it
You know she feel it, that's when you know she feel it
And when she start to twerk up in that seat you know she feel it
She leaned over to bae and said, "we f*ckin' in a minute
Yeah we leavin' in a minute" yah, yah, yah, yah, we leaving in a minute

She double fist mimosas
She double fist mimosas
She double fist mimosas
She do that shit how she 'posed to
Ay she be Sunday Funday brunchin', she be getting toasted
Avocado on her toast and shit, she like potatoes roasted
And these mimosas bottomless, someone grab the hostess
Someone grab the hostess
Cause these mimosas bottomless, someone grab the hostess
The one with the mostess

Yea, you know that's playa shit
You know, grab yo chick, shid take her to the dance floor
Let her know that she the one
Go ahead and slap her on the booty, ya dig
Ay get a mimosa or three, or four, or five
But if you get too drunk, call an Uber and don't drive, ya dig
Sunday Funday, yea, yea,
I say now when she start to twerk up in that seat you know she feel it
(Tip your bartenders, they gone hold you down)
You know she feel, that's when you know she feel it
And make sure you take a pic before you get too lit