WTF (feat. RockstArmani)

Gotta wake up and get to the money Gotta wake up and get to the money Gotta wake up and get to the money Gotta wake up and get to the money Gotta wake up and get to the money Gotta wake up and get to the money Uh she just seen my pockets She said papi lemme hold summin Met up with my slimes He just left my nose running I rock Balenciaga boots just in case I step all on something Nigga did his background check on my motherfucking life He think he know something Nah bitch I don't know nothing V-A-M-P-R-E-N Bitch I go that's on my momma I got killers that will rob your shit Yeah they some store runners I'm on blast off, take off foreign shit Getting paper like hole punchers Uh who the fuck that started this ROCKSTAR What the fuck nigga What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck nigga What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck nigga What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck nigga She said who is this Oh it's that little fool again This might be C's flow He finna make me cool again 5 by 5 by 5 I'm finna turn that shit to a 10 You is not that guy You not a king Not even a prince Rappin on this beat Feel like I'm in Detroit, Michigan But I'm from Dallas nigga Hood citizen You wanna drive that car Let me spin that benz Uh you can't say rock without star yeah it's me again I'm just going in For the team I'm just going in Make your bitch scream Make your bitch scream Gave a dick I made her sing When I'm out I wear different types of clothing Yeah I made her sing Yeah my fashion old as hell Like the browser bing This shit got me turned up What the fuck you mean Hey come and get your hoe She stay on my polo box Don't play about my brother I'm like batman he like robin She reaching preaching bitch Why you all up in my pockets A lil freak sadiddy bitch I might take off like a rocket Niggas hoes love to watch me With they military optics Hating on that nigga pockets She be childish nigga stop it Hey it's Mr. Panty dropper Big dawg something like my papas A South Houston nigga Blow O's still say fuck that coppas Hot bologna sandwiches I take that hoe to shrimp and pasta Yo hoe a imposter I pick on her like lockers She thick from head to toe She look good in them fucking robins You think it's not your hoe It's her parents, she like Mary Poppins What the fuck you nigga What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck you nigga Hey man stop playing with me Like you think I'm one of these different niggas I really slap the shit out you hoe ass niggas Look 5 that's 4L Don't ask me you can tell the smell Money I like rubber bands Bitch go get your other man I treat her like the chicken spot I thank of her I come again Cs you hit that hoe again Shit man that shit depends She want the boy that's known to do extra These niggas fiend for hoes for extra The front end be my coldest section On Melrose gave that hoe a blessing The route didn't look so good Till I bent it Now a cold reception I put three times your rent And a cent on my coldest necklace VIP yo hoe I'm Aaron She ain't see niggas in paris Placing that shit often Man I understand why your ass staring Man I wake up and get to the money Niggas is funny Try to play around with the game You know them niggas go dummy And that be the problem When niggas know I ain't gonna be punting I tell them niggas offside you know that the gang be stunting