Wake Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Helluva made the beat, baby [Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] Woke up in a bachelor pad Gotta head to the hood, so I can catch the bag Getting money, such a good feeling Nigga, I'm living, surviving off killings Tryna make a mill, stacking thousands in the meantime Make bread, get head in between time Got niggas looking slow when I speed by Like ain't that Pay? damn, he used to be my weed guy Pockets on swole, my nigga from the road, got a whole one on hold Bet it up, you know you got my word Hit me when you ready, I'ma pull up to the curb Wake up and serve, like the breakfast shift Only want the money, fuck extra shit Risking my neck to buy a necklace quick My dawg woke me up early, this the text he sent He said [Chorus: Payroll Giovanni] Wake up and get money Wake up and get money Wake up and get money All the real niggas wake up and get money Wake up and get money Wake up and get money Wake up and get money All the real niggas wake up and get money [Verse 2: Cashout Calhoun] Woke up, make sure my bands still in my pants Spent the night with a bitch with some sticky hands Straight to the strip, for that overnight fare From a sack roller that my lil niggas holding Countin' pro's stabbin out in this parking lot Only had a quarter, he wanted a half a block So I called in an order for another block So lil moo can have the Uggs with the matching top Mama need a dishwasher, the old one blew That's 500 straight out my Trues Oops I meant the Joes, used to bundle blows Up early in the morning, eyeballin' bows Sandwich bagging O's, got the watch freezer froze Sitting up high, 'cause a stomach on my lows Rip around the streets, stay on my toes Risked my whole life for a fast car and clothes, ho's [Chorus: Payroll Giovanni] Wake up and get money Wake up and get money Wake up and get money All the real niggas wake up and get money Wake up and get money Wake up and get money Wake up and get money All the real niggas wake up and get money [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] Damn right I sold onion's to the public Cause I hate hittin' malls tryna shop on a budget I wake up gettin' money and I love it Which Prada's should i grab? Shit I want 'em all - Fuck it 36 O's on my wrist, dude Hustle heavy, all business, no bitch moves What you mad, let the girl take a pic, dude I party with the plug, they like "Hey, whos the mixed dude?" I remember sellin weed crumbs and drinkin Seagram's Havin' rat 3-somes, now I live the life young niggas dream of Shades on, competition - I don't see none Jacket cost 2 bands and its real rare When you look like money ho's will stare I been passed niggas up, damn you still there? That ain't a spot who you foolin - boy you live there