Nas, Blxst - Brunch on Sundays

[Verse 1: Nas]
Bottomless bellinis, afternoon sun,
Girls twerkin' on the tables they just 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!

[Chorus: Nas]
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' #sundayfunday.

[Verse 2: Nas]
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.

[Chorus: Nas & Blxst]
That's brunch on Sundays,
Mad blunts, real runts girls tryna act up,
Gotta keep it classy, this ain't time to act tough,
Eye to eye when we toast, we don't need no bad luck.
That's brunch on Sundays, (Cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table, she gon' smoke until her lungs ache. (Cheers)
That's brunch on Sundays,
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin' #sundayfunday.

[Post-Chorus: Nas & Blxst]
It's my favorite day of the week, (Oh)
It's my favorite day. (Oh)
It's my favorite day of the week, (Yeah, yeah)
To make it Sunday to Sunday, that shit is deep.

[Bridge: Blxst]
Keep it playa at all times,
Be patient, it's all vibes,
You fuckin' with the latest and greatest of our time,
They know if I'm winnin', we winnin', we all shine,
Make sure my people got a plate at the table before mine.

[Verse 3: Nas]
That's brunch on Sundays, this one's different,
It's the good guy mixed with American Pimp shit,
I got Birkin money but the Telfar carry different,
That's a black business, I handle my black business.
Stay out of black woman business 'less you invested in it,
Told her check her Zelle account, there's a blessing in it,
That's brunch on Sundays, she belong on a runway,
White Céline visor to block the sunrays.
Oysters work as an afrodisiac, (Yeah)
Soulful Sundays, run Anita back, (Rapture)
Gave her sweet love, she said she needed that,
Still a playa, baby, I know you seen The Mack.

[Chorus: Nas & Blxst]
That's brunch on Sundays,
Mad blunts, real runts, girls tryna act up,
Gotta keep it classy, this ain't time to act tough, (Classy)
Eye to eye when we toast, we don't need no bad luck. (Bless up)
That's brunch on Sundays, (Cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache. (Cheers)
That brunch on Sundays,
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin' #sundayfunday.

[Post-Chorus: Nas & Blxst]
It's my favorite day of the week, (Oh, let's break bread)
It's my favorite day. (Oh)
It's my favorite day of the week (Yeah, yeah)
To make it Sunday to Sunday, that shit is deep. (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
That's brunch on Sunday, oh!
Break bread with the people, yeah!