Wake Up

Lyrics

[Chorus: Xanman$hawty] They say I'm too flashy, don't like how I'm livin' Niggas bitch too much for me, get out your feelings Wake up in the morning like I gotta get it Don't hit my line, no, I ain't tryna kick it Say where I was last night, I was with my niggas, gang, gang Yeah, we on the same thing Yeah, we on the same page We know he not in the streets, that nigga not read what he claim Shoulda' stayed in his fucking lane Rob his ass, take his chain Big Frank, color is same White bitch, John McClain Jonah Hill, bitch, I'm with the drum again I walked inside this bitch, I only say fuck the opps, no, they don't stand a chance I get them racks and do my money dance Smokin' Gushers out a can She wanna chill thеn take a Xan He wanna be mе but he can't He get some money now he mad [Verse 1: Xanman$hawty] Check your diamonds, they're not real He wanna work, they need to pay I'm gettin' that lean, I'm crackin' the seal We just in a Civic, now I'm in the Benz I'm punchin' that nigga, I feel like I'm boxer Call of Duty, where I hop out the Chopper She wanna fuck me and I'm like "When?" She fuck with a nigga she know that I ain't poppin' [Chorus: Xanman$hawty] They say I'm too flashy, don't like how I'm livin' Niggas bitch too much for me, get out your feelings Wake up in the morning like I gotta get it Don't hit my line, no, I ain't tryna kick it Say where I was last night, I was with my niggas, gang, gang Yeah, we on the same thing Yeah, we on the same page We know he not in the streets, that nigga not read what he claim Shoulda' stayed in his fucking lane Rob his ass, take his chain Big Frank, color is same White bitch, John McClain Jonah Hill, bitch, I'm with the drum again I walked inside this bitch, I only say fuck the opps, no, they don't stand a chance I get them racks and do my money dance Smokin' Gushers out a can She wanna chill then take a Xan He wanna be me but he can't He get some money now he mad [Verse 2: 1600J] Uhm, I knew you never seen a blue face I bust it down then I put it on Blu-ray He wait for his ueys on Tuesday Ain't no trust to niggas 'cause they two-faced Like how you tryna eat up off my plate? Beat your hoe off my dick, she in my way I been had 'em since I had Myspace (I really like to use cash) These niggas not thumbin' through cash (Dylvinci got the code) The way that I do it, they mad I put a bitch nigga in his bag I'm thumbin' through bands, I'm glad Payin' disrespect, how you get toe tag? That's yo ex, oh, my bad Brodie stress, slowly goin' on sad I'm really outside, ya'll niggas be ass I had to rewind it, nigga, run it back On that Internet shit, I ain't Internet Oh, my bro, he'll aim at your fitted cap Why you cry over hoes, we ain't missin' that [Outro: 1600J] No, (ayy), nah (ayy), nah, nah, ahh, uhm