Woke Up

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
(IMixNation for real)
(Ah, nah, you ain't made that motherfucker)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Ayy

[Chorus]
I woke up this mornin', talk to the Lord
Yeah, I got these bands, but, shit, I'm paranoid
Man, I'm high as fuck, these niggas fake as fuck
Got some problems with some niggas but tell 'em try they luck
Yeah, I love you, bitch, but, shit, I be cheatin'
And I don't even know why, 'cause I ain't got no reason
But you know what you say, you always said I'm greedy
I got this model bitch, I fuck her after four seasons

[Verse 1]
Bae, I can't even lie, this money got me greedy
I fuck other bitches, 'cause this shit too easy
Got this model bitch, that ho from Costa Rica
You thought I had a show, but I was out there creepin'
Man, I'm high as fuck, probably think I'm fake as fuck
But I can't give it up, that head good as fuck (Ooh)
I feel like I'm stuck tryna run it up
Gotta get these bands, can't get comfortable
You wanna play up and just lay up all day
You bad and bougie but you can't get your way
I'm tryna fuck, ayy, just like the song say
I'm tryna fuck and just get on my way (Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I woke up this mornin', talk to the Lord
Yeah, I got these bands, but, shit, I'm paranoid
Man, I'm high as fuck, these niggas fake as fuck
Got some problems with some niggas but tell 'em try they luck
Yeah, I love you, bitch, but, shit, I be cheatin'
And I don't even know why, 'cause I ain't got no reason
But you know what you say, you always said I'm greedy
I got this model bitch, I fuck her after four seasons

[Verse 2]
I keep a model bitch, it's so hard to commit
She say I ain't worth shit, but I'm worth a grip
Kilo worth a brick, AP worth a whip (Skrrt)
My new car worth a house, that's a large amount
Ayy, I'm the GOAT, come feed me
I want head and cleavage
I'm 'bout to leave you tweakin'
You actin' way too needy (Bitch)
Preachin' like a deacon, bitch, the latto got me reakin'
VVS on me twinklin', fifty pointers on my pinky
I ain't gotta speak it, my jewelery make her kinky
She look just like Saweetie, dick like codeine, make her sleepy
We got pints up in this bitch like Ace of Spade (Lean, lean)
Got so geeked up, I almost OD'd off the drank (Oh Lord)

[Chorus]
I woke up this mornin', talk to the Lord
Yeah, I got these bands, but, shit, I'm paranoid
Man, I'm high as fuck, these niggas fake as fuck
Got some problems with some niggas but tell 'em try they luck
Yeah, I love you, bitch, but, shit, I be cheatin'
And I don't even know why, 'cause I ain't got no reason
But you know what you say, you always said I'm greedy
I got this model bitch, I fuck her after four seasons