Don Corleone

Wake up in the morning
Big dog moves like I'm Don Corleone

Wake up in the morning
Gold chain on me like I'm Don Corleone
Bitches on my line say they got love for me
But I keep it solid never show no emotion
Gotta keep the dollars flowin
Z-double-o'in
Rollin 4 deep in a Chevy straight smokin
Blowing out clouds so it feels like I'm floatin
Kush so smooth call it OG lotion
Shits so potent
People stay rollin
Stackin up dough man I think I see the ocean
California views so we pch coastin
Pull to the side w some bitches straight posted
Never let my guard down so I stay focused
Yo bitch get promoted
Nothing but the motha fuckin truth gets spoken
Sun straight soakin
Spending up tokens
Ain't no jokin
Man I stay rollin
Not a 6-0
But I stay fuckin loccin

Heavy feeling in the gut
Cuz theres 45 ways that this shit can end up
Boy you running out of luck
Got these big doggs talking big moves
Better put it up
Getting to a mil yea we gonna cut it up
Gold grams for baby girl run it up
She forever gonna ride aint no other one
No tint on the window when pulling up
Puttin everyone on
Smoking vega after vega
So i can keep the nerves calm
Laced imma boss
Couldnt even keep it raw
Take a bitch from a chump
Justify that love
Round table talk break bread with my thugs



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Writer(s): Chris Jacobo
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