Nas, Blxst - Brother's Keeper lyrics

Mm, mm, uh oh, oh, oh oh, yeah

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

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

That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts, real runts girls
Tryin' to 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'
"Sunday fun day"

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

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

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 blessin' in it
That's brunch on Sundays
She belong on a runway
White Celine 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

That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts, real runts
Girls tryin' to 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's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin'
"Sunday fun day"

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