Every Morning
Let the band play drank God
You know the vibes, nigga ayy, ayy
Fell in love with money, then I married her
Huh
Never let that power change my character
huh percocet and molly in my syrup cup
We gon' have to fuck in
VIP because I'm married now, huh
(Iced Up Records)
I just bought a thousand 'bows of Cookies
AK-47 on the seat same size as Dugga
Flooded the AP
I got the bezel full of boogers
She jumped off the dick and went
And snort a line of sugar they like
"Why you trappin'? You a
Million dollar nigga" if I wasn't rappin'
I'd be still inside the kitchen
I like poppin' bottles, rockin' ice
And fuckin' vixens these are VVS's
You can tell by how it glisten
Made another play and it touch
Down right in the morning
BandPlay on the beat, off royalties
He bought a foreign
I done hit the road with all the pints
Feel like I'm touring
Got so many sticks inside the
Crib, shit like a forest, ugh
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean
It got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch
We ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the
Crib right in the storage, yeah
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean
It got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch
We ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the
Crib right in the storage, yeah
'Dweller on my wrist, this bitch was pricey
(Dancin') never got a plug to front me
Shit 'cause I'm too sheisty
('Cause I'm too sheisty)
Bought a brick of yay wrapped in a square
Look like a white tee (Skrrt)
Cut my side bitch off 'cause I did
Time and she ain't write me
(Fuck that bitch) i left Somerset
Then spent a check in Eddie Merlot's (yeah)
Me, Lil Web, and Peezy
We hit Truth and threw up Marrow (Legend)
Bezel on the Mueller
Heavy pointers like an arrow
Get shot in your shit from all
That muggin', don't you stare wrong, nigga
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean
It got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch
We ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the
Crib right in the storage, yeah
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean
It got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch
We ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the
Crib right in the storage, yeah
Iced Up Records let the band play