Wake Up

I’m a boss nigga keep makin' these racks
I’m countin' the money then watchin' it stack
They needed new music I’m runnin it back
I hop in the foreign I hope I don’t crash
I’m doing 200 that digital dash
I pray to the Lord that I make me some cash
We workin' too hard watch me ball on your ass
You think that you tough cause you ran with the pack
Red Bottoms they bleeding
Guess it’s that time of the month
Yeah
Private flights out of Sweden
Bitch I just do what I want
Walk it like my name is Jackson
You ain’t tough boy you better stop actin'
And I’m serving these down like I’m Stockton
If it’s beef my nigga I ain’t dodgin'
Yeah
Wake up every fuckin' day
When I wake up man I’m sayin' my grac
I say fuck it up and I bought me a Wraith
Man pass me the liquor I don’t need no chas
I fuck on your and she know she a babe
I’m dripped in designer I’m wearing that Bape
I need me a Bentley when I get a Wraith
Fuck it up fuck it fuck it up
Robitussin inside of my double cup
Finger bustin the OG the spark it up
Man you niggas be soft you ain’t dangerous
I press the gas digital dash on your ass
You say that you mad
But I can’t remember the last time I asked
I gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass
I’m so far ahead I’m ahead of my class
This just come easy I swear it’s no task
And I do a lot
And I’m going off
I swear to God we gon' tear this shit up
And I’m not gon' stop till we all run it up
And nothing gon' stop me from making these bops
That’s word to mother that’s word to my pops
I’m going off today
I wanna ball just like Hardaway
You can keep sleeping I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it
Robitussin inside of my double cup
Finger bustin' the OG the spark it up
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it
I’m a boss nigga keep makin these racks
I’m countin the money then watchin it stack
They needed new music I’m runnin it back
I hop in the foreign I hope I don’t crash
I’m doing 200 that digital dash
I pray to the Lord that I make me some cash
We workin too hard watch me ball on your ass
You think that you tough cause you ran with the pack
Red Bottoms they bleeding guess it’s that time of the month
Yeah
Private flights out of Sweeden bitch I just do what I want
Walk it like my name is Jackson
You ain’t tough boy you better stop actin
And I’m serving these down like I’m Stockton
If it’s beef my nigga I ain’t dodgin
Yeah