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Wake up in the morning feeling so damn
I music so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to 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 over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything

Taking my to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the
Keen gold chains and my Wiz Khalif
Got tree, bring the drink, couple bad bitches, they want V-I-P
Juke fo' real? Don't bring around me
Got girls lapped up in the
like attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own together
Got to lose, then she with whatever
Always out of town, she my lover
Only pull in driveways tints and better
rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land
Make in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk
I don't sleep, man I

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 know we bout to roll 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 everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over
M.O.E., M.O.E.
over everything

I roll up that Mary J, my song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush from the land
You's a or a hustler 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 high
Rolling weed '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly
If I don't smoke probably die
I'm holding, gripping on the steering wheel, to my favorite jam
Ridin' Hollywood, I'm feeling like the fuckin' man
grand to see me, count it before I go to sleep, that's why I

Wake up in the morning so damn good
I music so good 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.
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 everything

Drive til I'm out of gas
Getting money this, can't look back
She a one night stand, make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit
Fifteen stacks runways, lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting money that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the
Don't hate me 'cause I'm you wanna be
I do mostly the minimum do
So my girls be yours times 22
22 2's and I chunk up the deuce
Everything like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress through
She tryna make it
you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I gonna judge you
But don't expect me to love you, it?