Fetty Wap

[Intro]
(Number Twenty Four)

[Hook]
Yuh
Wake up in the morning, feeling like I'm wap'
Wake up in the morning, counting all this guap yeah
Bad bitch up in London wanna' give me top' yeah
Thumbing through these hundred's nigga I can't stop

[Verse]
I got a lot of sons yeah
They know I'm the one yeah
Whole bag full of runtz yeah
Lotta rounds we got drums yeah
Lotta niggas talking I know they ain't bout no pressure
Treat that hoe like she ain't nothing, she wanna be special
Yeah I keep it a Fendi' yeah nigga like my sweater
I just turned twenty yeah I still don't no better
Flow too hot but I'm born in November

I'm a real jealous boy feel like' John Lennon
I just spent twenty five racks on my pendant
Yeah I'm still not signed, no I'm still independent
And they wanna be me they all in my business
I'm bout' my green just like spinach
I'm boutta' ball just like tennis
They always talk, but I'm not offended
When I'm on the block I feel like a menace

[Hook]
Yuh
Wake up in the morning, feeling like I'm wap'
Wake up in the morning, counting all this guap yeah
Bad bitch up in London wanna' give me top' yeah
Thumbing through these hundred's nigga I can't stop yeah
Wake up in the morning, feeling like I'm wap'
Wake up in the morning, counting all this guap yeah
Bad bitch up in London wanna' give me top' yeah
Thumbing through these hundred's nigga I can't stop
Yeah
Thumbing through these hundred's nigga I can't stop yeah