5 A.M
GAWDY gang records
Wake up, money on my mind
If it ain't a dollar I ain't got the Time
Sixty dollars for a three five
I don't know if you want to get This high
Opps hating that I'm living fine
I just tell em go and get in line
Hit his bitch for the first time
It was so good, I had to hit it twice
Until five in the morning, I wake up To play after play after play
You would think I'm coaching Football games
Out in the field everyday
Broke niggas think they can talk
You know what I always say
Get the fuck up out my face
And carry on about your day
I ain't come to make no friends
Two seats when I'm pulling in
Like a chef how I cook this bitch
Culinary arts and shit
Tell the opp I just fucked his bitch
On every motherfucking dish
Ex bitch said I wouldn't be Nothing
Had me laughing like a bitch
I just pulled up to the opps job
And copped me some chicken Strips
I just had to let them niggas know What being capped out really is
Was the shit in high school
Graduated, now you ain't shit
Remember they said I ain't shit
Until that money started speaking For me
Wake up, money on my mind
If it ain't a dollar I ain't got the Time
Sixty dollars for a three five
I don't know if you want to get This high
Opps hating that I'm living fine
I just tell em go and get in line
Hit his bitch for the first time
It was so good, I had to hit it twice
Wake up, money on my mind
If it ain't a dollar I ain't got the Time
Sixty dollars for a three five
I don't know if you want to get This high
Opps hating that I'm living fine
I just tell em go and get in line
Hit his bitch for the first time
It was so good, I had to hit it twice
Until five in the morning, I wake up To play after play after play
You would think I'm coaching Football games
Out in the field everyday
Broke niggas think they can talk
You know what I always say
Get the fuck up out my face
And carry on about your day
I ain't come to make no friends
Two seats when I'm pulling in
Like a chef how I cook this bitch
Culinary arts and shit
Tell the opp I just fucked his bitch
On every motherfucking dish
Ex bitch said I wouldn't be Nothing
Had me laughing like a bitch
I just pulled up to the opps job
And copped me some chicken Strips
I just had to let them niggas know What being capped out really is
Was the shit in high school
Graduated, now you ain't shit
Remember they said I ain't shit
Until that money started speaking For me
Wake up, money on my mind
If it ain't a dollar I ain't got the Time
Sixty dollars for a three five
I don't know if you want to get This high
Opps hating that I'm living fine
I just tell em go and get in line
Hit his bitch for the first time
It was so good, I had to hit it twice
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Writer(s): Tyler Walker
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