Letras

Yeah, I wake up to count up, we get busy
I wake up to count up 'til I'm dizzy
Yeah (Ayy), call up gang, I'm back in the city
Hold on, gotta move tact
Shit get tricky
I was geeked up with my slime, bad bitches on my side
Young **** still gettin' high, bitch say she love my vibe (Yeah)
Told her, "I ain't tryna waste time", she said, "What's on yo' mind?" (Yeah)
Told that bitch, "I'm tryna fuck some", told her, "Hit my line" (Yeah)
Get that cash, when I sleep, get that cash, while I eat (Yeah)
Wipe your nose, you gon' bleed, put your mans, on a tee (Yeah)
I was stuck in the crib, fuckin' on these hoes, fuckin' up my sheets (Yeah)
I was stuck in the crib, bitch dropped the neck, fuckin' up my jeans (Yeah)
Hol' on, call the plug, "What's up? I need gas, pull up"
Off that pack, I'm stuck, yeah
Yeah, flip that pack, now I'm up as fuck
Yeah, flip that— flip that pack, now I'm up as fuck
Yeah, I wake up to count up, we get busy
I wake up to count up 'til I'm dizzy
Yeah (Ayy), call up gang, I'm back in the city
Hold on, gotta move tact
Shit get tricky
I was geeked up with my slime, bad bitches on my side
Young **** still gettin' high, bitch say she love my vibe (Yeah)
Told her, "I ain't tryna waste time", she said, "What's on yo' mind?" (Yeah)
Told that bitch, "I'm tryna fuck some", told her, "Hit my line" (Yeah)
Get that cash, when I sleep, get that cash, while I eat (Yeah)
Wipe your nose, you gon' bleed, put your mans, on a tee (Yeah)
I was stuck in the crib, fuckin' on these hoes, fuckin' up my sheets (Yeah)
I was stuck in the crib, bitch dropped the neck, fuckin' up my jeans (Yeah)
Hol' on, call the plug, "What's up? I need gas, pull up"
Off that pack, I'm stuck, yeah
Written by: Shaun Stephenson
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out