6am

6am In the Morning I'm tryna get a Bag Early bird get the Worm That's Y these niggaz Mad Like I need to slow down I be moving Fast Like ion want the bitch If she ain't got no Ass An I like to hit to Gas When I see the Cash An I'm ina foreign whip I'm feelin like the Flash An I like a foreign bitch With a lot cash Need a bitch match my style Cuz I be getting bags We dem Yung money boyz We be touching racks Told the bitch to listen up Cuz I be speaking facts I ever gave you a dollar Bitch I need it back I be lookin at my money Like it's running track Relay race pass the pole Guess it's coming back An ion want no bitch That be smokin blacks Like I'm tryna get a bitch that's gone throw it back Or a bitch rub my back An know how to act Cuz we dem Yung Money Boyz We get a lot of that You know dem niggaz got scared When we double back An free my Nigga out the Pin We need to get him back Cuz when my Nigga get home When finna get some Cats We be ballin for a while Nigga check the stats Got damn cause it's like A monkey on my back Niggaz moving too careless Nigga watch them hats We gone pull up in Them hells Y'all pulled up in scats An We just pulled up w they bitches They not getting em back Like a bad lil bitch But was An she throwing it back An the bitch look better While she holdin these racks Baller belly like she Never Ben Fuckin w fats We smokin good like she Never been smokin these bats I'm dedicated like a Nigga Just focused on racks The cookie man like a Nigga Just flipping these packs An I just took a Nigga chain He not getting it back Bro just Wacked a Nigga brain Nigga think about that Cuz we just poured the whole 8 Y'all not drinking like that Niggaz playing wit name Like this shit a game Yung money but I ain't talking About no lil Wayne Get money cuz that's the Main objective of the game Like how u out here suckin dick But you don't know his name Like how these niggaz sell they soul Just for the fuckin fame Like I'm finna Run it up I do it for my name Like Nigga me and you different We don't think the same An I been running in the field Till my ankle sprained An like bitch my name is Prince But ain't no purple rain Like I'm ina foreign whip an I'm switching lanes And I'm moving so swift and I'm dodging these lames Like we gone hit em legs Till he need a cane An Bitch think I'm Spider-Man but You not Mary Jane An disloyalty cross my trust And ion love the same Aye I said An disloyalty cross my trust And ion love the same An Bitch think I'm Spider-Man but you not Mary Jane