Woke up to money
This forty is on me
It come with a 30
You ugly, you dirty
Yo pockets they hurting
Yo chick steady flirting
I brought her a Birkin
I'm stabbing
She slurping
Pass her off to the gang
Don't know her name
She sucking for fame
Told me she love me
Like bitch you a bussy
Ain't know siding know thot
These bitches be thirsty
Wait
Ion think that you heard me
Woke up to money
This forty is on me
It come with a 30
You ugly, you dirty
Yo pockets they hurting
Yo chick steady flirting
I brought her a Birkin
I stabbing
She slurping
Pass her off to the gang
Don't know her name
She sucking for fame
Told me she love me
Like bitch you a bussy
Ain't know siding know thot
These bitches be thirsty
Cause a young nigga hot
Still on the block
Still toting the glock
Still stepping on dope
Manufacturing rocks
Dior on my socks
Half a brick on my watch
Bugets in my chain
Man this party don't stop
Hop in the rarri
I'm dropping the top
On top of my shit
Got me on top of you chick
Don't do married women
Prefer single no kids
If she got a fat ass
I mean
It is what it is
Never shedded a tears
Headlight to a deer
Um speaking out loud
Raise your hand if you hear
Keep savage near
My vocals are clear
I monster the beat
I'm the man of the year
I'm switching it up
Please try to keep up
I clearly see it was destined to be
I am who I am
You trying to be me
Don't copy my style this shit ain't for free
Don't copy my style this shit ain't for free
You f*cking them
Ain't no f*cking with me
I swear I'm the hottest
I'm hot in these streets
I swear I'm the hottest
Who looking for beef
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Woke up to money
This forty is on me
It come with a 30
You ugly, you dirty
Yo pockets they hurting
Yo chick steady flirting
I brought her a Birkin
I'm stabbing
She slurping
Pass her off to the gang
Don't know her name
She sucking for fame
Told me she love me
Like bitch you a bussy
Ain't know siding know thot
These bitches be thirsty
Wait
Ion think that you heard me
Woke up to money
This forty is on me
It come with a 30
You ugly, you dirty
Yo pockets they hurting
Yo chick steady flirting
I brought her a Birkin
I stabbing
She slurping
Pass her off to the gang
Don't know her name
She sucking for fame
Told me she love me
Like bitch you a bussy
Ain't know siding know thot
These bitches be thirsty
Cause a young nigga hot
Still on the block
Still toting the glock
Still stepping on dope
Manufacturing rocks
Dior on my socks
Half a brick on my watch
Bugets in my chain
Man this party don't stop
Hop in the rarri
I'm dropping the top
On top of my shit
Got me on top of you chick
Don't do married women
Prefer single no kids
If she got a fat ass
I mean
It is what it is
Never shedded a tears
Headlight to a deer
Um speaking out loud
Raise your hand if you hear
Keep savage near
My vocals are clear
I monster the beat
I'm the man of the year
I'm switching it up
Please try to keep up
I clearly see it was destined to be
I am who I am
You trying to be me
Don't copy my style this shit ain't for free
Don't copy my style this shit ain't for free
You f*cking them
Ain't no f*cking with me
I swear I'm the hottest
I'm hot in these streets
I swear I'm the hottest
Who looking for beef
This forty is on me
It come with a 30
You ugly, you dirty
Yo pockets they hurting
Yo chick steady flirting
I brought her a Birkin
I'm stabbing
She slurping
Pass her off to the gang
Don't know her name
She sucking for fame
Told me she love me
Like bitch you a bussy
Ain't know siding know thot
These bitches be thirsty
Wait
Ion think that you heard me
Woke up to money
This forty is on me
It come with a 30
You ugly, you dirty
Yo pockets they hurting
Yo chick steady flirting
I brought her a Birkin
I stabbing
She slurping
Pass her off to the gang
Don't know her name
She sucking for fame
Told me she love me
Like bitch you a bussy
Ain't know siding know thot
These bitches be thirsty
Cause a young nigga hot
Still on the block
Still toting the glock
Still stepping on dope
Manufacturing rocks
Dior on my socks
Half a brick on my watch
Bugets in my chain
Man this party don't stop
Hop in the rarri
I'm dropping the top
On top of my shit
Got me on top of you chick
Don't do married women
Prefer single no kids
If she got a fat ass
I mean
It is what it is
Never shedded a tears
Headlight to a deer
Um speaking out loud
Raise your hand if you hear
Keep savage near
My vocals are clear
I monster the beat
I'm the man of the year
I'm switching it up
Please try to keep up
I clearly see it was destined to be
I am who I am
You trying to be me
Don't copy my style this shit ain't for free
Don't copy my style this shit ain't for free
You f*cking them
Ain't no f*cking with me
I swear I'm the hottest
I'm hot in these streets
I swear I'm the hottest
Who looking for beef
Writer: Marcellus Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid