| Now I’m wide awake and
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| Now I’m wide awake and
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| Yeah, now I’m wide awake and
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| Oh God, yeah I’m so impatient
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| I was grabbin' the reload
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| Went from a Q to like three 0s
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| Made a flip, pockets are rippin'
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| I got the just of things
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| Never greedy, man, I share my plate
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| That’s the way that we see more
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| Double up, triple up
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| Triple cup on the amp blows
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| Many trials, many miles
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| Travel up with them nenos
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| Hittin' 3s, gettin' rid
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| I switch on them like I’m D. Rose
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| Swisher Sweets, wrapped in weed
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| Brown paper bag like Migos
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| Switch the beat, ride the wave
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| Hit the sea, splash, splash
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| Fuck a beat, get the cash
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| Get the bag, stack, stack
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| Fuck a beef, but it’s chicken
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| I watch my own back
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| And I do not care 'bout your pockets
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| I’m watchin' my own stack
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off
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| And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off
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| All this money get my mood on
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| No money put my mood off
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| These bitches jarring put my mood off
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| The money callin', it puts my mood on
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| Yeah, yeah, put my mood on
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| Uh, it put my mood on
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| I gotta get it
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| Top of performance, I’m credit
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| Just to make it, I gotta go spend it
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| I get it and chop it up like it’s a edit
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| Play if you want, you be meetin' the medic
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| We can trade shots, yeah they know I don’t mind
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| But I’m still tryna buy it and sell it
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| Do-do-double up and go again and again
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| Again and again and again
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| I bet they remember me now
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| But they didn’t remember me then
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| Every day, we was wakin' up 6AM
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| Broken pockets that I had to mend
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| Get a bird, hit the town and we trend
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| Flyin' round town like it’s the ends
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| I ain’t rich, I can never pretend
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| That’s not for no female, and never a friend
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| So tell her come fuck with my brothers
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| You can’t think 'bout fuckin' with them
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| 'Cause that one’s a rat, I just whip out the pen
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| I said that one’s a rat, I just whip out the pen
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| Yeah, that one’s a rat, I just whip out
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| My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off
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| And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off
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| All this money get my mood on
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| No money put my mood off
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| These bitches jarring put my mood off
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| The money callin', it puts my mood on
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| Yeah, yeah, put my mood on
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| Uh, it put my mood on
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| My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off
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| And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off
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| All this money get my mood on
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| No money put my mood off
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| These bitches jarring put my mood off
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| The money callin', it puts my mood on
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| Yeah, yeah, put my mood on
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| Uh, it put my mood on |