[Intro]

La ladi ladi la

You know it

Hey

Mario!

[Hook:]

I wake up, and get in my bag

I count up my cash

I pray up my soul (my soul)

Then go and get more (more yeah)

I wake up, and get in my bag (my bag)

My bitches so bad

I hit it soon as I, soon as I

I wake up, and get in my bag

I count up my cash

I pray up my soul (my soul)

Then go and get more (more yeah)

I wake up, get right in my bag

I dream about racks

I gotta get it as soon as I wake up

I wake up

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

You done fell in love with the bad guy

Tell em I ain't nothing like your last guy

Feeling like Harden with the stash spot

Hit her like Ricky with the backshots (Ricky!)

Looking for a way out, so you know I bought a crib way out

You know a young nigga bout the dough boy

I'm so real when I let the Tre out

Yeah, put that on gang, better yet, let me put you on game

The way this little bitch take D, I call that shit stealing my slang

Fuckboy, I'm still in my bag

A nigga can't stop flipping this cash

Got the glow and the pimping in my genes

If it's it, then I'm all on the ass

Bout the green like Jimmy with the mask

Pulling off and I gotta do the dash

Still you only getting money for the cab

Mike Jack' moonwalk for a bag

[Hook:]

I wake up, and get in my bag

I count up my cash

I pray up my soul (my soul)

Then go and get more (more yeah)

I wake up, and get in my bag (my bag)

My bitches so bad

I hit it soon as I, soon as I

I wake up, and get in my bag

I count up my cash

I pray up my soul (my soul)

Then go and get more (more yeah)

I wake up, get right in my bag

I dream about racks

I gotta get it as soon as I wake up

I wake up

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]

Tell me why my ex keep blowing me

Swear a nigga momma used to warn me

I'mma make the killing, get the coroner

Like its prime time on the corner

Fucking with the plug, we connected

You know I blew cheese how I'm dressing

How they got the white-white jumping out the pot

Somebody need to go an talk to Wesley

All my niggas is the realest, all you niggas in your feelings

Cop a feel, I hit the ceiling

Oh, there's been a disappearance

Oh, you wish you had this willpower, getting jiggy with it with it

I'm that nigga, who ain't the realest, shit I'm offended

Tint on the window, bitch mind your business

She gon' shake ass, she gon' bounce them titties (yeah hoe!)

That pussy roud as a golden penny

And these niggas tell on they co-defendants

Catch you slipping while you on the move

Sorry, I might need a quote from Menace

Eyes popping out the coupe nigga

I'm coming strong as a bowl of spinach

Never ever waste time, when you devoted just go and get it

Wait

[Hook:]

I wake up, and get in my bag

I count up my cash

I pray up my soul (my soul)

Then go and get more (more yeah)

I wake up, and get in my bag (my bag)

My bitches so bad

I hit it soon as I, soon as I

I wake up, and get in my bag

I count up my cash

I pray up my soul (my soul)

Then go and get more (more yeah)

I wake up, get right in my bag

I dream about racks

I gotta get it as soon as I wake up

I wake up