Brunch on Sundays (feat. Blxst) Song Lyrics

Mm, mm, uh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah

Bottomless bellinis, afternoon sun
Girls twerkin' on the tables, they jus' havin' fun
Leave them girls alone
You the owner, what you on?
Buckets of Dom P, how many you want?
My nigga, he brought his son, got his dad's face
We order crabcakes, table with mad plates
R&B playlist, I'm in Blxst space (cheers)
She told me 'bout her last date, I had to laugh in her face, yo

That's brunch on Sundays
Bring the hookah to the table, she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"

Go in chocolate city
DC girls saditty
Valet park the Wraith, here's a hundred fifty
Fitted match the linen, linen match the tennis
Net worth match the image

Shorty was a AKA, best friend was a Delta
Bringin' up her student loans, I told her that I felt her
Flyest women on the yard, now they work for Delta
New Chanel slides, slip 'em off like Cinderella