Yung Chauze - 9am (feat. Lowkeydc) Lyrics

(Hi Robbie, this is Grandma
How are you guys doing
Just wondering what's happening
Did you get dinner
Call me, love you, bye)

9 AM, you gotta wake up
Work that nine to five you gotta get your cake up
Gotta wake up
Grab your plate and get your weight up
Saying, praying, hoping God that he forgave us
He forgave us, oh my god

Lately I've been counting riches
Dirty money, Satan's kitchen
Always up like in my business
Silent talk, like you might miss it
She might think we're selling dope
And you might think we're selling this
Pent up high like where Heaven is
Golden money, leverage it
Bloody nose, elevation shit
Better hoes than the mistresses
Grand Theft Auto on some wasted shit
Making music in the basement shit, yeah

9 AM, you gotta wake up
Work that nine to five you gotta get your cake up
Gotta wake up
Grab your plate and get your weight up
Saying, praying, hoping God that he forgave us
He forgave us, oh my god
He forgave us, oh my god

Yeah, whaddup World
I carry this weight
And this shit still burning
10 in the morning
We pulling up dayge
Five sets of 30's
White listed parties
Shit go retarded
With just locals only
Who do you know here
Get the f*ck outtie
And you ain't invited
Nobody likes you
Throw your own parties

Yeah, you better be cautious
No, I'm gonna start shit
Yeah, you gotta pause it
And go and restart it
Cause I'm a go harder
Bang like a mortar
Track going wild
I got the style
Cut off the bitches that love going wild
Cause they wanna start shit, yeah
So, I've been precautious, look
Your Mama told me get my cake up
And get some paper
I move it like a escalator
I'll do it later
Got the dough like I'm a baker
So bet I stay up
I cheated on my girl, but now it's time to make up, yeah

9 AM, you gotta wake up
Work that nine to five you gotta get your cake up
Gotta wake up
Grab your plate and get your weight up
Saying, praying, hoping God that he forgave us
He forgave us, oh my god
He forgave us, oh my god