5 Inna Morning

Lyrics

[Intro] Swoah, swoah, woah Whole lot of this, whole lot of that (Whole lot of this, whole lot of that) Whole lot of this, whole lot of that (Hope you know what's goin' on, nigga) That's what they say, that's what they want (Test, hold up) [Chorus] Flow goin' crazy, it was five in the morning Bitches on my dick and I ain't even started yawning I was at the festival, but no, I wasn't performing Still I made a play and you done thought that I was on it [Verse 1] Fresh up out the field, I just showed up in my cleats I was in the bed already, nutted on the sheets Save a bitch, never mind, I can't be no hero Play a nigga every time, add another zero Racks, racks, racks, yeah, that get you through the door Packs, packs, packs, 'bout to open up a store Oh, he goin' crazy, puttin' points on the board Shoot you up again and tell 'em, "Go and check the score" Niggas mad with me 'cause they ain't poppin' no more All that dick ridin' ain't pay off, lil' boy My hustle got me goin' 'round the globe for sure Now all my bitches foreign, had to go let 'em know [Chorus] Flow goin' crazy, it was five in the morning Bitches on my dick and I ain't even started yawning I was at the festival, but no, I wasn't performing Still I made a play and you done thought that I was on it [Verse 2] Jumped up out my sleep and made a song in some minutes Smokin' on that gas, had me lookin' like I'm finished All this grindin' I be doin', shit, I'm so relentless Never go to sleep, I'm 'bout my money, 'bout my business Put your bitch in Nuba if I ever feel the urge I'ma still request it even if the price surge I wear many hats, I got many hustles, many flows I got plenty money, plenty pimpin', I got plenty hoes Nigga, please, I'm in East Harlem eatin' chopped cheese Fresh up off a jet from East London and I came clean (Hold up) All this gangrene, I can buy what the fuck I want (I do) Your ho is with me, she do what the fuck she want (She do) A lot of carats, Eliantte on my sponsorship (Ayy, Elliot) A lot of profit in my pocket, gotta acknowledge it (What else?) Gotta honor it (What else?) It ain't no wandering (Ain't none) It ain't no pondering This money coming, ándale [Chorus] Flow goin' crazy, it was five in the morning Bitches on my dick and I ain't even started yawning I was at the festival, but no, I wasn't performing Still I made a play and you done thought that I was on it [Outro] Now, the women love you when you get out there, why do you think that is? Why is that, ladies? Well, I'm asking you Huh? Why do you think that is? 'Cause I look good You look good I smell good Yes I feel good And you sing good And make love good