Wake up in the feeling so damn good I made music so to me Me and my bout to kick it with some bitches And you we bout to roll some trees I'm it, you feelin' it I'm it, you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E. Music everything M.O.E., M.O.E. Music over M.O.E., M.O.E. Music over M.O.E., M.O.E. Music everything
Taking my to perfect the beats And I got love for the streets Keen gold chains and my Wiz Khalif Got tree, the drink, couple bad bitches, they just want V-I-P Juke fo' real? Don't bring around me Got lapped up in the backseat Runnin' like attract me, that's me, on the 6th speed it when she got her own shit together Got shit to lose, then she whatever out of town, she my distant lover Only in driveways with tints and better Gold rims, we ghetto, on the for cheddar From a jet runway, I can wherever Make more in a day than salary why you mad at me? Talk cheap I don't sleep, man I
Wake up in the morning so damn good I made music so to me Me and my bout to kick it with some bitches And you we bout to roll some trees I'm feelin' it, you it I'm it, you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E. Music everything M.O.E., M.O.E. Music over M.O.E., M.O.E. over everything M.O.E., M.O.E. Music over
I roll up that Mary J, my song playin' My clothes from the runway, my kush come the land You's a baller or a hustler you know what I'm sayin' Them haters they talkin', hear em talk, I care I'm rollin', probably do a 95, getting mighty high Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much probably fly If I don't I'll probably die I'm holding, gripping on the wheel, listening to my favorite jam Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the man Hundred grand to see me, count it I go to sleep, that's why I
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn I made music so to me Me and my bout to kick it with some bitches And you we bout to roll some trees I'm feelin' it, you it I'm feelin' it, you it
M.O.E., M.O.E. Music over M.O.E., M.O.E. Music everything M.O.E., M.O.E. Music everything M.O.E., M.O.E. Music over
Drive til I'm out of gas Getting money like this, look back She a one night stand, tryna it last But I be out of town soon as I hit Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots You ain't money like that I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the Don't me 'cause I'm where you wanna be I do what the minimum do So my girls be yours times 22 Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the Everything like a nigga Babe Ruth Translucent roof, but her dress through She just make it Guess you gotta do you gotta do Shit I ain't judge you But don't expect me to love you, it?