Wake up uh, wake up ooo, wake up uh, wake up ooo, wake up uh, wake up ooo, wake up uh

Woke up throwing money cause it's how I felt

I don't need no stylist, bitch, I dress myself

Did it by myself, I ain't never needed help

She said that love prevails, but that money mean much more to me

I can't wait

Every second wasted is another chance for pape

Feel like Luda in this Hellcat, get out the way

Don't give me no advance, I go put 20K, in my face, for real

Ever since a jit, all I wanted was some grills

'Bout this love, I don't know shit, baby, please just keep it real

She ask me"Hrt why I don't get no time with you?", thought you knew the deal

Cause I'm convinced that broken hearts is how you make a mil

Woke up throwing money cause it's how I felt

I don't need no stylist, bitch, I dress myself

Did it by myself, I ain't never needed help

She said that love prevails, but that money mean much more to me

More to me, that money mean much more to me

More to me, that money mean much more to me

More to me, that money mean much more to me

More to me, that money mean much more to me

Tell me what's your problem, girl, I'll try to solve it

At my shows I don't be on the stage, I be in the mosh pits

All these hoes I meet in L.A, take drugs they don't stay conscious

Told 'em stay up off of Instagram, there ain't no money in the comments

There ain't no money in the comments

There ain't no money in the comments