Mary

First thing when I wake up

I say my prayers, then I blaze up

A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up

Morning pretty with no make up, yup

Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing

Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling

On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie

Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K.

Got both my phones with me, hit me if it's 'bout some cake

Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age

I'm polar, I'm frozen, I'm golden, my name say

That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday

In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday

Mucho loot though, if you grind for it mane'

Get some shine for ya' mane', but that money just ain't gonna wait around for ya' mane'

Tell your bitch to roll up something if she ride for ya' mane

Otherwise you gotta kick that ho off the side of ya' mane

Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with

Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action

Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain't happen

Homie that don't make no sense

Niggas on this side be stacking, every tape a brick

And we treat this shit just like it's trapping

And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength

Of the scent, of what I just lit but I would never pass it

First thing when I wake up

I say my prayers, then I blaze up

Get dressed sharp as a razor

And then it's back to getting cake bruh'

Oh mary, mary, mary