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Yea I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? She gone shake it, shake it like im throwing dollar bills Got em from the bottom of the wood to the hills Do this shit foreal, she don't do it for the thrills Jiggle all real, and I know by how it feels Yea we keep it all the way 100 round here I done came a long way from where I was last year Yea these hoes used to clown me like boy get yourself from here Now im balling bitch and still rocking Cortez's all year Rap game don't wanna see a homie on top Entourage full of shooters and they scoping out the op's Steelo been the same but they never gave me props Got the girl pussy popping, dropping ass like its hot I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up in go hard on the drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? Yea I be getting money but i'm tryna get some mo And everywhere I go, I'm avoiding 5-0 Cause fucking with the cops they gone leave yo ass broke They just wanna see you on a bus to Chino Yea in ever since I been out bitches tryna cash out Got some baddies walking around the house with they ass out All my ex bitches wanna fuck but they assed out Shmurda shit, shawty give me neck til I pass out All my bitches love me, said they never gone stop Think they love me now, imagine when i'm on top Cause all of a sudden, I got every flavor in stock If I fuck with white girls, ima get em from the block They don't want my money, I don't never spend a dime They just wanna be around a real one that grind (aye) They know that everything I want gone be mine (aye) Speak it into existence when a muthafucka rhyme (aye) I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? Tell these muthafuckas that I'm wit it They didn't see the vision, until all of a sudden we living it Represent this side watch me get it I ain't worried about a thing cause my future is vivid In a see em hating a young, got em livid Screaming fuck em all and you can tell em I said it Cause I ain't tripping on nothing, i'm doing me Never worried about a thang The fuck that got to do with me? Ready Freddy I'm deading every fucking body And heading straight to the top, watch me pop I'm on they head And its a crazy fucking feeling when you know that they feel it Show em something different, I ain't never had to steal it Got these bitches in my dm and they tryna be my b.m Only hit me in the p.m. but I act like I don't see em Got this money on my mind, baby i'm doing fine I ain't got a thing for you, and that's including my time Tokes told me get it going, so I think its time to show em Something they need to know, and if they don't then here you go Cause its only just the beginning Homie I ain't even winning yet Hit me when the album drop, act like you ain't heard me bitch I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think? I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank Tryna make a million I'm tryna break the bank Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?
Writer(s): Armando Soto, Glenn Spears Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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