Wake Up

[Intro]
Helluva made the beat, baby

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Woke up in a bachelor pad
Gotta head to the hood, so I can catch the bag
Getting money, such a good feeling
Nigga, I'm living, surviving off killings
Tryna make a mill, stacking thousands in the meantime
Make bread, get head in between time
Got niggas looking slow when I speed by
Like ain't that Pay? damn, he used to be my weed guy
Pockets on swole, my nigga from the road, got a whole one on hold
Bet it up, you know you got my word
Hit me when you ready, I'ma pull up to the curb
Wake up and serve, like the breakfast shift
Only want the money, fuck extra shit
Risking my neck to buy a necklace quick
My dawg woke me up early, this the text he sent
He said

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
All the real niggas wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
All the real niggas wake up and get money

[Verse 2: Cashout Calhoun]
Woke up, make sure my bands still in my pants
Spent the night with a bitch with some sticky hands
Straight to the strip, for that overnight fare
From a sack roller that my lil niggas holding
Countin' pro's stabbin out in this parking lot
Only had a quarter, he wanted a half a block
So I called in an order for another block
So lil moo can have the Uggs with the matching top
Mama need a dishwasher, the old one blew
That's 500 straight out my Trues
Oops I meant the Joes, used to bundle blows
Up early in the morning, eyeballin' bows
Sandwich bagging O's, got the watch freezer froze
Sitting up high, 'cause a stomach on my lows
Rip around the streets, stay on my toes
Risked my whole life for a fast car and clothes, ho's

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
All the real niggas wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
Wake up and get money
All the real niggas wake up and get money

[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
Damn right I sold onion's to the public
Cause I hate hittin' malls tryna shop on a budget
I wake up gettin' money and I love it
Which Prada's should i grab? Shit I want 'em all - Fuck it
36 O's on my wrist, dude
Hustle heavy, all business, no bitch moves
What you mad, let the girl take a pic, dude
I party with the plug, they like "Hey, whos the mixed dude?"
I remember sellin weed crumbs and drinkin Seagram's
Havin' rat 3-somes, now I live the life young niggas dream of
Shades on, competition - I don't see none
Jacket cost 2 bands and its real rare
When you look like money ho's will stare
I been passed niggas up, damn you still there?
That ain't a spot who you foolin - boy you live there