Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woke Up , by - Big Sean. Song from the album Detroit, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.08.2017
Record label: MBE
Song language: English
Woke Up |
| Young Chop on the beat |
| Yup. |
| money, money, money |
| I woke up — boy it’s time to get it |
| Walking to the window, saw the city |
| Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest |
| Living but it’s time to make a killing |
| Thank God I woke up |
| Tryna get it every day |
| Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way |
| (I woke up) tell these fuck boys they gotta pay |
| Tryna make a hundred mill and run away, way, way |
| (I woke up) |
| I woke up, woke up, thank God I woke up (yeah) |
| Wifey at home but I’m living life like we broke up (yeah) |
| You hit the hood and post up, I’m gon' get it ‘til I’m filthy rich |
| My hands dirty, my gross up (gross), my money doing the toe touch |
| That’s stretched out, ‘til I’m in the back, stretched out, drinkin' Ace |
| ‘cause I’m decked out, whole hood with me; |
| need a guest house, yea a guest house |
| Lately, I been getting like mo' ass and less mouth |
| ‘Cause when they see that whip (skrrt), they start to think about kids |
| Man, when they see this crib, they gon' start to think about cribs |
| Been dealt with real life too long, now it’s time to live |
| Respect out the D (boi), hardly had a pot to pee in |
| Now I’m at the Coliseum, lil' niggas gotta see him |
| Tryna be him, show you how to follow vision, real nigga |
| Politician, bad bitch, swallowtician, gotta get it |
| Yea (yea), last night I lost all that |
| I’ma wake my ass up, get it all back, thank God |
| I woke up — boy it’s time to get it |
| Walking to the window, saw the city |
| Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest |
| Living but it’s time to make a killing |
| Thank God I woke up |
| Tryna get it every day |
| Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way |
| (I woke up) tell these fuck boys they gotta pay |
| Tryna make a hundred mill and run away, way, way |
| (I woke up) |
| Now I been killing shit, I gotta say, my pit blue, my buffs gray |
| With a hint of white, sipping Henny white, livin' like I won’t see the night |
| A real playa like Pinky, when I’m in the game, I TD |
| And I’m all about my dollars, dollars, dollars, that’s 3D |
| I wake up with a bad bitch by my side |
| Last night, I was so drunk, I felt high |
| Last week, I was so high, I felt drunk |
| I got a bitch so bad, I gotta hit from the front |
| I fuck Kim K hoes, that’s Ye ‘Ye tone, smoking weed, that’s reggaeton |
| Get it next to free, that’s AJ tone, what’s my name |
| What’s my name bitch? |
| Sayitaintone, what she saying? |
| Sayitaintone |
| Who they paying? |
| Sayitaintone, fuck sleep that take too long! |
| I woke up — boy it’s time to get it |
| Walking to the window, saw the city |
| Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest |
| Living but it’s time to make a killing |
| Thank God I woke up |
| Tryna get it every day |
| Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way |
| (I woke up) tell these fuck boys they gotta pay |
| Tryna make a hundred mill and run away, way, way |
| (I woke up) |
| I woke up — boy it’s time to get it |
| Walking to the window, saw the city |
| Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest |
| Living but it’s time to make a killing |
| Thank God I woke up |
| I woke up this morning |
| Looking at the city that raised me |
| I can get it all now |
| And go get everything they never gave me |
| Like every day that I wake, I say grace for my cake |
| I’ma do dessert first, I don’t even gotta wait |
| Yea, when I hit the mall, I hit that bitch in the face |
| God be so good to me, I just gotta stop and pray |
| By the way, my jewelry appraised, it’s a couple K |
| On the lake, I’m out of the state, at my hideaway |
| Like Bruce Wayne, I’m saving the day, and I’m getting bank |
| I’m foolay, my bitch got bootay, ooh I love the way |
| I woke up, my dough up, I got out, I go nuts |
| I show out, I blow up, I ball out, I pro up |
| Ok it’s Earlly Mac off in this ho, tailor-made designer coat |
| Watch me take it to the bank and deposit a pot of gold |
| I’m foolay |
| I woke up — boy it’s time to get it |
| Walking to the window, saw the city |
| Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest |
| Living but it’s time to make a killing |
| Thank God I woke up |