7 AM
I bring the ocean
I ain't got no time for emotions
You got me moaning
Cry you a river? I bring the ocean
I ain't got no time for emotions
7 AM, I'm feeling horny
All on ya face, baby I want it
Screaming ya name all through the morning
Hop on top, you know I'm on it
Please don't stop, you got me moaning
Cry you a river, I'll bring the ocean
You got my body all in of these motions
I ain't got time for emotions
That's my dipset, get these lips wet
Don't upset me, just respect me
Bae I love the way you sex me
Ya lips juicy they so sexy
This one and only wetty
Called your phone I'm feeling deady
My mind always on this bready
But you know just how to get me
Top of the morning talk to me nice
Fooled me once, can't fool me twice
Heart on froze look at this Ice
See them lies right though your eyes
You got yours, I'm finna get mine
Niggas ain't fucking with me in my prime
I got my cake up, face full of makeup
Makeup or breakup baby I stay up, way up
Way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula
Till that weight up weight up till my weight up weight up
Way up way up stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till it's Till I got my weight up weight up
Heard you wanna fuck with the
Big Dom dada
Ice me out, drip me in Prada
Get what I want them hoes get nada hm
I can't even bother
I'm a bad bitch for certain
Baby I'm back in my birkin
All them niggas be lurking
Guess they really be hurting
In God we trust, I love big bucks
My niggas tucked, they bust big guns
Baby, I get this bread
You gotta stop fucking with these legs
I said what I said
Them bitches is weak
Can't keep up with a bitch like me
Never met a gyal so damn unique
Keep it real cute, keep it real neat
Respect my name when you in these streets
Bet you ain't gon at me in them tweets
Gyal like me we get this breesh
Mon like you just love a treesh
Way up way up stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till that weight up weight up
Till my weight up weight up
Way up way up stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till it's till I got my weight up weight up
I ain't got no time for emotions
You got me moaning
Cry you a river? I bring the ocean
I ain't got no time for emotions
7 AM, I'm feeling horny
All on ya face, baby I want it
Screaming ya name all through the morning
Hop on top, you know I'm on it
Please don't stop, you got me moaning
Cry you a river, I'll bring the ocean
You got my body all in of these motions
I ain't got time for emotions
That's my dipset, get these lips wet
Don't upset me, just respect me
Bae I love the way you sex me
Ya lips juicy they so sexy
This one and only wetty
Called your phone I'm feeling deady
My mind always on this bready
But you know just how to get me
Top of the morning talk to me nice
Fooled me once, can't fool me twice
Heart on froze look at this Ice
See them lies right though your eyes
You got yours, I'm finna get mine
Niggas ain't fucking with me in my prime
I got my cake up, face full of makeup
Makeup or breakup baby I stay up, way up
Way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula
Till that weight up weight up till my weight up weight up
Way up way up stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till it's Till I got my weight up weight up
Heard you wanna fuck with the
Big Dom dada
Ice me out, drip me in Prada
Get what I want them hoes get nada hm
I can't even bother
I'm a bad bitch for certain
Baby I'm back in my birkin
All them niggas be lurking
Guess they really be hurting
In God we trust, I love big bucks
My niggas tucked, they bust big guns
Baby, I get this bread
You gotta stop fucking with these legs
I said what I said
Them bitches is weak
Can't keep up with a bitch like me
Never met a gyal so damn unique
Keep it real cute, keep it real neat
Respect my name when you in these streets
Bet you ain't gon at me in them tweets
Gyal like me we get this breesh
Mon like you just love a treesh
Way up way up stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till that weight up weight up
Till my weight up weight up
Way up way up stacking that money that mula till its way up way up
Stacking that money that guala till it's way up way up
Stacking that money that mula till it's till I got my weight up weight up
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Writer(s): Sarah Sab
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