Mary

First thing when I wake up I say my prayers, then I blaze up A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up Morning pretty with no make up, yup Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K. Got both my phones with me, hit me if it's 'bout some cake Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age I'm polar, I'm frozen, I'm golden, my name say That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday Mucho loot though, if you grind for it mane' Get some shine for ya' mane', but that money just ain't gonna wait around for ya' mane' Tell your bitch to roll up something if she ride for ya' mane Otherwise you gotta kick that ho off the side of ya' mane Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain't happen Homie that don't make no sense Niggas on this side be stacking, every tape a brick And we treat this shit just like it's trapping And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength Of the scent, of what I just lit but I would never pass it First thing when I wake up I say my prayers, then I blaze up Get dressed sharp as a razor And then it's back to getting cake bruh' Oh mary, mary, mary