Every Morning

Lyrics

[Intro] Let the band play Drank God You know the vibes, nigga Ayy, ayy [Verse 1] 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 fuck 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] '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 (Fuck 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Iced Up Records Let the band play