Wake Up

Wake up in the morning, clutching on a tool
Draco turn a nigga block into a pool
Wipe a nigga nose, he ain't have a clue
(Wipe a nigga nose, he ain't have a clue)
Looking like some money, put her in the mood
Stick inside the rush, turn him into food
Busting on a dummy, coming natural
Moon-walking percy put me in the groove
Alexander Wang mix it with McQueen
At exotic store, we fucking up the cream
Wake up in the morning thinking 'bout the green
(Wake up in the morning thinking 'bout the green)
Need a Richard Millie, in the pattywagon
Hit the baddest bitches out in Calabasas
Eyes wide open, married to the madness
Wipe a nigga nose, we want all the static

Audemar, yeah
Filling myself up with juice
Ain't no mission impossible, dude
I just took me two pints on the cruise
And I keep me a bag and some extras
Butterflies goin up on her nap on the Tesla
Chopped it up I put juice in the bezzle
Niggas faker than Hansel and Gretel
When I hop in that demon, forget about it
Nigga try to get behind me, he getting bodied
Made a hobby of dressin, I'm out of pocket
Couple thousand when I add into my closet
Rick Owens slacks
With the gators so relaxed
Kickin Flavors, that's a tax
Ain't no favors, bring the racks
Cartier lens bitch I see through them blocks
Got a bitch in Atlanta, she fuck with a rockstar
Got a bitch out in Italy, fuck with the mobsters
I can not fuck with no bird, no ostrich
Put it in drive and I hit the dash
Swervin off percys, hope it don't crash
And if you ain't first, you know you in last
You talk all that work, and went in the stash

Wake up in the morning, clutchin on a tool
Draco turn a nigga block into a pool
Wipe a nigga nose, he ain't have a clue
(Wipe a nigga nose, he ain't have a clue)
Looking like some money, put her in the mood
Stick inside the rush, turn him into food
Busting on a dummie, coming natural
Moon-walking percy put me in the groove
Alexander Wang mix it with McQueen
At exotic store, we fucking up the cream
Wake up in the morning thinking 'bout the green
(Wake up in the morning thinking 'bout the green)
Need a Richard Millie, in the pattywagon
Hit the baddest bitches out in Calabasas
Eyes wide open, married to the madness
Wipe a nigga nose, we want all the static