Wake Up (feat. Playboi Carti)
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Wake Up (feat. Playboi Carti)
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Wake up, go to barney's
That's just how I get my day goin'
(How I get my day goin')
Pipin' all these thots
I know that some I cannot take home
(Some I cannot take home)
All these opps, they try to watch
But boy, you gon' get lethal (you gon' get lethal)
Better not press that button
'Cause them boys, they're gonna take off
(They're gonna take off)
Syrup all in my cup
I'm sippin' tech, this ain't no akorn
(No, this ain't no akorn)
Diamonds on my body
It's so hard to try to stay warm
(To try to stay warm)
That you cannot
Because I know that they goin'
Icy boy, I'm bossed up
All this drip a rainstorm (let's go)
Vvs got my neck cut
Gotta take these chains off (chains off)
Need to get a check up
Perkies still ain't diesel
Maison margielas that's on my feet
These ain't no reebok
I'm on the top of the penthouse
No, this ain't no treetop (no, this ain't no treetop)
I got a mac on me right now
No, not talking Steve Jobs
Cash on me, don't need cars
Niggas want smoke 'bout these broads
Rolls-Royce in the daytime
Baby, you gon' see stars
Wake up, go to barney's
That's just how I get my day goin'
(How I get my day goin')
Pipin' all these thots
I know that some I cannot take home
(Some I cannot take home)
All these opps, they try to watch
But boy, you gon' get lethal (you gon' get lethal)
Better not press that button
'Cause them boys, they're gonna take off
(They're gonna take off)
Syrup all in my cup
I'm sippin' tech, this ain't no akorn
(No, this ain't no akorn)
Diamonds on my body
It's so hard to try to stay warm
(To try to stay warm)
That you cannot
Because I know that they goin'
Ain't nothin' but a thang (hol' up)
Bentley coupe, bitch, switch lanes (hol' up)
Double cup, bitch, big drank (yeah)
I was just talkin' big bank (yeah)
Smoke a bit like a muh'fuckin' dank (yeah)
Got a bitch in the room tryna wait (yeah)
Got a big ass house with a gate (yeah)
Got a coupe with a german plate (yeah)
Young nigga, get in yo' muh'fuckin' place
Put a red dot on yo' face (red dot)
I might dunk on a bih' like blake
I'm a G.O.A.T. with a whole lotta bank
And my bitch got a whole lotta bank (bank)
And my bitch got a whole lotta cake
Got outside
Shawty just wanna get slayed
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