Lyrics:
hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, I wake up in a cold
Cruising round in that hoopty, got the diesel up on deck
My car cost a fraction of your, your bitch still breaking her neck
Club closed niggas what's
they all up in my thang
I fall up in the club
Twenty fours a nub
Yeah my belly big but girls still rub
They tryin to take me home
Wanna to be my cuddy
shawty
Woo woo woo woo score, and just mutha fucking be great
Woo woo woo woo score every time you mutha fucking wake
You must not woke up by the Lord, did
life ain't got no end credits
Only see the final cut you never see the small edits
Prolly 30 tries just for me to get the flow right
Post it up online
the fake in disguise
Won't be compromised
I'm not gonna take it
Everything is real
Why fake it so they make it
Big dude
Can't miss me in the club
Probably
the money yeah fi me and the crew
Wake up poor
Grandma say satisfy but me want more
So mi get to the strategy fi green start grow
Turn to a mother fuckin real
Censor myself I edit my tone
I used to think it was cool to be broke
I tried to sneak up inside in the club
But when I got in there was nobody home
nigga
Aye
Fuck a drug deal, this a stick up
When I hit the club hit your bitch up
Real trap niggas stay clicked up
Got your bitch sucking dick doing
a valid ballad no edit
Cause most good woman just don’t get much credit
To sum it up you a blessing
And you wonder why I ain’t wanna use no protection
V i p
different shit
Every different day I wake up to
Play with a different bitch
Bitches love me, just like I love me
Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch
Tall
clubs
They out on the block in the back of them woods
The sun get to setting it wake up the hood
You smoking the pain when you light up the blunt
They
ending is near”
F*** sayings, what i'm saying
Super sayian, slaying
When flows peaks, is what i'm sayings
In 4 weeks, those sleep
Wake up b, cuz im playing
like a movie and your bitch just made a scene
Me and your bitch just made a scene
Wake up and I smoke somethin'
After that, I poke somethin'
Bet she
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
I love her
And I hate to leave her
Let's go to sleep in Paris
Wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago
Mayne
I love her
And I hate to leave her
Wake up and smell that coffee
Nothing you do can stop me
I don't care how it feels
Take your sugar and your milk
DOOOOOOOOD, it me
Serving up hot
opponent
Hit the booth and anoint it, be finding truth in the moment
Money is just a bonus
Damn I love the aroma
Wake up and smell the hunneds, my people
to buy the benz and I dey pop bottles for club
How e take concern you?
If she do her nyash, dey live her life, dey turn up every night, dey post for IG
from nothing up to something so you gotta give me credit
Let me come again
Just give me the pen
Hold it like a skeng
Let it off
Spraying
brown honey
I got so many honeys
I got so many guns
I got so many hundreds
You got so many ones
I walk up in the club
Tell a hoe give me some
Rabbit got the club hopping
The shit that we be rolling give you Ray Charles vision
Wake up count the money then we start dripping
I remember days in
pants doing my hammer dance
In these LA times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I drop shit that make
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
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