Woke up this mornin', can't remember nothin' Two bitches, Jeff Florin from London Nothing I remember, they callin' me daddy The mattress was covered in money Went to sleep with my jewelry and chains on Had to wake up and recount the money I got a bitch she gon' kill for real Talkin' bout Clyde and Bunny Coupe with the kid, cop it Pull up with a stick, stop it Rich nigga ***, it's solid Oh, hunnid pockets ridin' I go to space with the stars Might smoke a blunt on my pilot Saturn, moon, Earth, and Mars NASA take off with the rocket Half a million on the necklace Young rich niggas, we successful Say she wanna feel special That cocoa make her feel special I count a hunnid or better Back in two hunnid or better I might go put all my chains on I just might change up the weather She pop a perc up, pussy wetter I make the bitch a Coachella If she Nutella, she probably do better But can I get a E for Alpha? I pray to God to wash my sins Had to form the gifts, but not a weapon Askin' where do I begin? Devil tryin' to take my blessings They don't know the meaning of the white You don't really live this life Niggas in the hood, she was twice Said my niggas in the hood, she precise Real wise, we ain't takin' no advice Realize that these hoes ain't right Don't even ask if they know what's the price Ain't got a snow, they already know it's white I talk to God, cause I been baptized I got mob tied to the north side Pull up with the sticks on a nigga straight slime They gon' make they north side high crime Bet I hit a lick with these niggas droppin' ten Hit a lick with these niggas droppin' dimes Fuckin' on a friend, I'ma bring her back in Thinkin' that the watcher can't waste time Woke up this morning, can't remember nothin' Two bitches just flew in from London Nothing I remember, they callin' me daddy The mattress was covered in money Went to sleep with my jewelry and chains on Had to wake up and recount the money I got a bitch, she gon' kill for real Talkin' bout Clyde and Bunny Cook with the kid, cop it Pull up with a stick, stop it Rich nigga ***, solid Old hunnids pockets rotted I go to space with the stars Might smoke a blunt on my pilot Saturn, Moon, Earth, and Mars NASA take off with the rocket
