Every Morning

Let the band play drank God You know the vibes, nigga ayy, ayy Fell in love with money, then I married her Huh Never let that power change my character  huh percocet and molly in my syrup cup We gon' have to f*ck in VIP because I'm married now, huh (Iced Up Records) I just bought a thousand 'bows of Cookies AK-47 on the seat same size as Dugga Flooded the AP I got the bezel full of boogers She jumped off the dick and went And snort a line of sugar they like "Why you trappin'? You a Million dollar nigga" if I wasn't rappin' I'd be still inside the kitchen I like poppin' bottles, rockin' ice And fuckin' vixens these are VVS's You can tell by how it glisten Made another play and it touch Down right in the morning BandPlay on the beat, off royalties He bought a foreign I done hit the road with all the pints Feel like I'm touring Got so many sticks inside the Crib, shit like a forest, ugh I get to the money every morning Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean It got me snoring Started at the bottom, bitch We ballin' like the Hornets Got a million dollars in the Crib right in the storage, yeah I get to the money every morning Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean It got me snoring Started at the bottom, bitch We ballin' like the Hornets Got a million dollars in the Crib right in the storage, yeah 'Dweller on my wrist, this bitch was pricey (Dancin') never got a plug to front me Shit 'cause I'm too sheisty ('Cause I'm too sheisty) Bought a brick of yay wrapped in a square Look like a white tee (Skrrt) Cut my side bitch off 'cause I did Time and she ain't write me (F*ck that bitch) i left Somerset Then spent a check in Eddie Merlot's (yeah) Me, Lil Web, and Peezy We hit Truth and threw up Marrow (Legend) Bezel on the Mueller Heavy pointers like an arrow Get shot in your shit from all That muggin', don't you stare wrong, nigga I get to the money every morning Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean It got me snoring Started at the bottom, bitch We ballin' like the Hornets Got a million dollars in the Crib right in the storage, yeah I get to the money every morning Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean It got me snoring Started at the bottom, bitch We ballin' like the Hornets Got a million dollars in the Crib right in the storage, yeah Iced Up Records let the band play