Wake Up

By Mango Foo

Released on June 11, 2017

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[Chorus]

Wake up in the morning, I count up them rack-aids

Them Benjamins be foreign, Jacksons like I'm Rampage

My diamonds on me dripping like I spilt some Kool-Aid

Water, splash, dunk the brick off in the pot like 2K

Bad bitch, no runway

My wrist on Blu-ray

Big rings, Tom Brady

Got your bitch, she naked

Two percs, go crazy

She don't know how she made it

Wake up and whip up a baby

I swear my life is amazing


[Verse]

Wake up, I cook up, I whip with my foot up

Bitch I'm hotter than a car with the hood up

Feeling like Pimp C, I'm sippin' on two cups

I'm talking money, nigga shut up or put up

I'm arrogant, don't talk to me when I pull up

I been hit that ho and now she sayin' I stuck up

I snuck up, fuck with my gang and I nut up

Beat up the pot, I heat it, uppercut up

These niggas sweeter than a Reeses buttercup

Your bitch jumpin' out my foreign with a bubble butt

When you find out she ho-ing you get bubble gut

I trap 'til the early morning, I got paper cuts

One ounce of lean have you snorin' nigga, snuggle up

My house [?], I call it percolator

She only good for the mouth like a commentator

Saved by the bell like I'm Slater

I'm counting money up, can you hit me later?

I'm taking what I want, not askin' no favors

Call me if you want, you meeting your maker

I'm gripping the MP5 with the laser

Put money out to the side for your tater

They hate 'cause I'm on my grind like a skater

You wanted 'em on your side so you paid 'em

I look 'em right in their eyes, see they haters


[Chorus]

Wake up in the morning, I count up them rack-aids

Them Benjamins be foreign, Jacksons like I'm Rampage

My diamonds on me dripping like I spilt some Kool-Aid

Water, splash, dunk the brick off in the pot like 2K

Bad bitch, no runway

My wrist on Blu-ray

Big rings, Tom Brady

Got your bitch, she naked

Two percs, go crazy

She don't know how she made it

Wake up and whip up a baby

I swear my life is amazing


[Chorus]

Wake up in the morning, I count up them rack-aids

Them Benjamins be foreign, Jacksons like I'm Rampage

My diamonds on me dripping like I spilt some Kool-Aid

Water, splash, dunk the brick off in the pot like 2K

Bad bitch, no runway

My wrist on Blu-ray

Big rings, Tom Brady

Got your bitch, she naked

Two percs, go crazy

She don't know how she made it

Wake up and whip up a baby

I swear my life is amazing