WAKE UP

Lyrics

[Intro] (RXLVND) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Wake up and get geeked (Geeked) Wake up and get geeked (Geeked) Wake up, count up cake (Cake) before I brush my teeth (Teeth) I wake up my bitch face, she got no flaws like me Way too much makeup, got a cake face on my new Prada tee (Tee) Like, yeah, I'm smoking green, counting green, no broccoli Like, got a lot on me, can't get this ho up off of me Like, oh, this guap on me, just like I hit the lottery Like, all this guap on me, can tell that bit' want slide with me, like [Verse 1] Huh, no, I'm not stupid Hold on, bitch, you finna losе me Got too many bitches, they choosing Got too many bitchеs, just so I had to choose 'em Too many wrists, I might have to take off my Lou' [?] tryna run up and we shooting Got so many fits, I come shit on these losers And I don't do no fit pics, but this bitch gon' sneak pictures of me And I got her in sixsixsixsix but Balenci' on me My boy iced his wrist, got 'em seasick [?] blue but my boy bean Oh, she see I'm lit and out the scene Bitch, tryna come ride with me [Chorus] Wake up and get geeked (Geeked) Wake up and get geeked (Geeked) Wake up, count up cake (Cake) before I brush my teeth (Teeth) I wake up my bitch face, she got no flaws like me Way too much makeup, got a cake face on my new Prada tee (Tee) Like, yeah, I'm smoking green, counting green, no broccoli Like, got a lot on me, can't get this ho up off of me Like, oh, this guap on me, just like I hit the lottery Like, all this guap on me, can tell that bit' want slide with me, like [Verse 2] Yeah, all this money on me, I might throw it in the air Oh, I got it, you ain't got it, shit, boy, life ain't fair Yeah, she know I got her, she don't got it, she like it over here I seen so much, I got no fare Shit, she rocking out with [?] and shit You know this love is rare, bitch You know this love don't share shit So nonchalant, ho, I don't care, bitch You notice I could care less Notice I get bare checks Notice my life upfront If you ignore em ? Say she can't get up Asking where the concierge is Bitch, yo' life, you fucked this up Huh, please don't make me [?] bitch I ain't flex, yeah, two bands on my necklace Margiela on my chest Never touch a Nike tag, bitch [Chorus] Wake up and get geeked (Geeked) Wake up and get geeked (Geeked) Wake up, count up cake (Cake) before I brush my teeth (Teeth) I wake up my bitch face, she got no flaws like me Way too much makeup, got a cake face on my new Prada tee (Tee) Like, yeah, I'm smoking green, counting green, no broccoli Like, got a lot on me, can't get this ho up off of me Like, oh, this guap on me, just like I hit the lottery Like, all this guap on me, can tell that bit' want slide with me, like