Wake Em Up

(альбом: Keep It Playa - 2021)

Wake em up, wake em up
(B-b-bankroll got it)
(Diego)

Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can't dress like this, make em add it up
No competition sis, you ain't bad enough
Bitch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me fucked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club

It's me, Ms. Drama ready to cause problems
All kinds shit wit' you and yo baby momma
She talking bout period, I'm looking for a comma (Ow)
Classy like Michelle and my bank on Obama
Need a man that respect me, Philippe Patek me
Give me head, not a headache, don't stress me
Love don't cost a thing (Nah)
And I don't think you locked in wit' a diamond ring
That only makes you sorry (Bye)
Behind the scenes, we like Nicki and Safaree
On IG, flexed up in your Ferrari
In your close friends with a bitch eating calamari (Tired)
I wanna know what you take me for? (Who)
Yeah, I met you at the club
But I'm not ya baby momma though (Nah)
You wanna leave, let me close the door (Bye)
Don't need no crab ass nigga tryna keep me in a figure 4

Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can't dress like this, make em add it up
No competition sis, you ain't bad enough
Bitch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me fucked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club

Ya nigga tryna holla, but I'm curving
Gotta find me a nigga that's worthy
Cause he a clown ass nigga, Eddie Murphy (Hehe)
I'm finna sit court side in another nigga's jersey
How you let that bitch call my phone? (Why)
And she sending me receipts, what type of shit you on?
I ain't sitting all alone, stressing and crying at home (Nah)
I'm finna call Bankroll, I'm bout to make me a song (Bankroll got it)
I'm tired of going through ya phone
It only prove that you did me wrong
She in ya phone shaking ass in tho-tho-thong
Your ass is grass, kiss my ass
Boy, I'm go-go-gone (I'm gone)
What he don't do, then another man will (Yeah)
To have me, man a nigga would kill
Not Destiny, hell naw, I can't cater
Don't want a Lil Baby, I'm felling like Jayda (Wah, wah, wah)

Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake the fuck up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can't dress like this, make em add it up (Nah)
No competition sis, you ain't bad enough
Bitch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up, what the fuck)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me fucked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club