Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Intro
Gotta go in on these type of joints (you right)
I ain't gonna lie, you beat Young Los out with this one (do it)
You beat 'em you smashed em out, nah you smashed 'em!
Chorus
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it I fuck any bitch I want
But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but Ima make her fiend, Ima make her wait
I need my money honey!
Ayeee, Ayeee, yigh , Yighhhhh
Verse 1
They finally getting enough, now
Ima give em foreign team charter me
Money, music apart of me
I know you uncomfortable
With this music I gave you, Ima fade you
MDB was a prelude, stay true!
Never let another nigga disrespect your manhood
Bigga fresher than can goods, damn good
Bitches say it taste like can-day, I gave you lip sing, she touched it in Miami
Camry, never will a nigga ride
Only thing I'm driving is a beam
Mama come take one for the team
I gave her a G-lick, put her in the mood
She wanted an education, I put her up for school, cool
Then she graduated
Maxey baby I finally made it you gave me the energy
And these other bitches was hating like
They had my description in the station
But fuck it, I think I need vacation
Chorus
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want
But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but Ima make her fiend, Ima make her wait
I need my money honey!
Ayeee, Ayeee, yigh , Yighhhhh
Verse 2
You probably wanted the end but
I gotta give you some more
We was on tour, bullets scattered we hit the floor
Get the door, nigga that's twin, that's Grease
With a 5th of Grand Cru, so now is time to hit the street
Get to meet any bitch I want to
Creamy, that's my little bother, he from another mother
Baby get under the cover, Max not a fighter I'm a lover
Let my guns do the talking, cops do the chalking
Walking, thinking, will I ever go back up in the can?
My baby need a hundred grand, just in case I breeze
She can have that, on top of what she got
Niggas always wanna be what they not
Sayin what they got
Lot of jewelry, big cribs nigga you's a bitch
And plus you never did bids
Sayin you did a bid you don't know what you missing
Biggavell in the kitchen, got my workers they pitchin
Chorus
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want
But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but Ima make her fiend, Ima make her wait
I need my money honey!
Ayeee, Ayeee, yigh , Yighhhhh
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