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