Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woke Up, artist - Dave East. Album song P2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Woke Up |
| Doctor, I did a CAT scan on my brain this morning |
| And they found money on my mind, you dig |
| Woke up with some money on my mind (money) |
| Woke up with some money on my mind (money) |
| Woke up, counting hundreds all the time (count it up) |
| Woke up, eyes zoom in on my mind (money) |
| I said doctor (doctor), I need a CAT scan (me too) |
| Doctor, I need a CAT scan (me too) |
| Woke up with some money on my mind (run it up, run it up) |
| Woke up with some money on my mind (run it up, run it up) |
| I think 'bout this money, it got me |
| Fill my Backwood with biscotti |
| I’m Jordan, this paper be Scottie |
| Hope I don’t catch me a body |
| Fifty thousand, it won’t fit in no wallet |
| Public housing, we was stuck in them projects |
| Sixty-five, I can’t drive a Bugatti |
| Fell out with the plug, I’m back in with Papi |
| Lambo truck is all I want to get |
| Forty drumming on some thunder shit |
| Rubber grip, it hold a hundred clip |
| I just fell out with another bitch |
| I’ma get back on the late night |
| I think I might need a CAT scan |
| Fifties and hundreds my x-ray |
| More green than when the Jets play |
| Overnight then work the next day |
| UPS or we can Fed Ex |
| I’m tryna make me some money with her |
| After that I get the head next |
| Thinking back when I was dead stressed |
| Selling dimes, two for fifteen |
| Three for twenty if I’m up already |
| She playin' with it, tryna fuck already |
| Woke up with some money on my mind |
| Woke up with some money on my mind |
| Woke up, counting hundreds all the time |
| Woke up, I had something on my mind |
| I said doctor, I need a CAT scan (yo doctor) |
| Doctor, I need a CAT scan (money) |
| Woke up with some money on my mind (uh) |
| Woke up with some money on my mind |
| My pistol is black, these hundreds is blue |
| I’m at the bank almost every day |
| See this shit on me, you know that it’s true |
| I never gave a fuck, me and this paper stuck |
| This shit be feeling like glue |
| I Range-d the truck, how could I make this up |
| I’m just a nigga like you |
| I’m from the bottom where we gon' get money regardless |
| I’m not no regular artist |
| FN, this bitch came with a cartridge |
| I had that butter shit, I called it margarine |
| Now I make more than my teachers |
| I bet I black out on all of my features |
| Broke, I call my cousin for sneakers |
| Smoke, they don’t want none of that neither |
| Valor sweats like it’s '89 |
| Me and Tory on some shit again |
| She talk about me like a cornball |
| Knowin' she gon' let me hit again |
| Militant, from the trenches, I can count up a million |
| Tryna wake up on an island like Gilligan |
| All of this money wrap me and my innocence |
| Woke up with some money on my mind |
| Woke up with some money on my mind |
| Woke up, counting hundreds all the time |
| Woke up, I had something on my mind |
| I said doctor, I need a CAT scan |
| Doctor, I need a CAT scan |
| Woke up with some money on my mind |
| Woke up with some money on my mind |