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