[Intro]
Hello (You gotta motherf*ckin' feel this shit, boy)
Yessir (BanBwoi)
How you doing?
Okay (BlackJack Production)
Woah, woah, woah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Chorus]
I wake up high, get fresh, then jump out the plane
Bad bitches on me
OG throw the salute every time I'm doing my thing
Young nigga in the hood got money like Meech
Thick ho begging me to take her out to eat
I'm designer down all the way to my feet
I got some money every day this week
I got so up now I can't sleep
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Hell, yes, f*ck, yes, bitch, yes, hell
Am I getting money? Of course
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, hell, yes, f*ck, yes
Yes, yes
[Verse]
Yes, I want that money first before we get too deep involved
She asked me what I want for Christmas, I told her that, "I need it all"
I start off my day with a pound of exotic
I don't need none lil' nigga, I got it
Before I was rapping my bag, I was wrapping narcotics
Free all my niggas stuck behind the wall
Shout out my niggas that trap out the loft
Yes, she go for the gang if he was asking
No, this Glock on my hip, not fashion
Yes, I'm a lil' high fake tipsy
I work with that .40, I could sign to Drizzy
I want some money, this bitch, she keep on talking about Givenchy
RIP Nipsey, I stand on my ten, I'ma be this way 'til I turn sixty
I have the power like Curtis, I told the promoter I need a bag in all fifties
I told my bitch that she got a star like Misty
I swear these rat niggas turning to DJs, nowadays they too mixy
[Chorus]
I wake up high, get fresh, then jump out the plane
Bad bitches on me
OG throw the salute every time I'm doing my thing
Young nigga in the hood got money like Meech
Thick ho begging me to take her out to eat
I'm designer down all the way to my feet
I got some money every day this week
I got so up now I can't sleep
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Hell, yes, f*ck, yes, bitch, yes, hell
Am I getting money? Of course
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, hell, yes, f*ck, yes
Yes, yes