Lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck] Uhhhhhhh Uh, uh, ahhhh Ahhhh, ah [Hook: FBG Duck] Woke up this morning feeling good I'm the richest nigga in my hood Like to talk that money shit cause I could I just made the trunk trade places with the hood I got the check and I ran it I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed I was down, than got ghost Now I'm up, wanna be my friend Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying Nigga can't help you, get on your feet He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz [Verse 1: FBG Duck] Where I come from, you can get clap for real I'll up a gun on you, no cap is real No football, got a sac for real He talking about dragging me, bitch I ain't chill He think he a killer, when he off the pill I know some dudes that do it for real No rap cap, you can get peeled He thinking I won't but I know that I will I'm off the dolly, bitch I can't see You niggas ain't standing up, take a seat I got a bitch trying to suck me asleep I'm off the drank, wait I gotta pee Don't forget you got this shit from the mud Niggas was hate, they just showed love That's what it is, and that what it was Now I spend racks, just because [Hook: FBG Duck] Woke up this morning feeling good I'm the richest nigga in my hood Like to talk that money shit cause I could I just made the trunk trade places with the hood I got the check and I ran it I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed I was down, than got ghost Now I'm up, wanna be my friend Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying Nigga can't help you, get on your feet He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz [Verse 2: FBG Duck] On foenam grave, we not playing fair Niggas be hating but I don't care He think he tough, send him up stairs Who want smoke, I like to share Your homie they die, but he in the chair We would of did it, he wouldn't dare I'm Back on that bullshit, don't be scared Your [?] gone, you gon' need air You paid for security I rather get that lil money to shoot Or we would pull up on you like a uber Make die with him, hallelujah Your homie not riding, he not gonna do it He wanna roll, go get him a scooter Steal niggas lights but we not Boosters Teach him a lesson, we need a scholar [Hook: FBG Duck] Woke up this morning feeling good I'm the richest nigga in my hood Like to talk that money shit cause I could I just made the trunk trade places with the hood I got the check and I ran it I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed I was down, than got ghost Now I'm up, wanna be my friend Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying Nigga can't help you, get on your feet He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz (He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz)