5 Inna Morning

Whole lot of this, whole lotta that
(Whole lotta this, whole lotta that)
(Hope you know what's going on Nigga)
That's what they saying, that's what they want

(Test, Hold up)
Flow going 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'd thought that I was on it

Fresh up out the field
I just showed up in my cleats
I was in her bed already
Nutted on her sheets
Save a bitch, never mind
I can't be no hero
Pay a nigga, everytime, add another zero
Racks, Racks, Racks, yeah that get you through the door
Packs, Pack, Packs, bout to open up a store
Oh he going crazy, putting points on the board
Shoot you up agian, and tell 'em go and check the score
Niggas mad with me cause they ain't popping no more
All that dick riding ain't pay off lil boy
My hustle got me going around the globe for sure
Now all my bitches foreign, had to go let 'em know

Flow going 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'd thought that I was on it
(Let's go)
Jumped up out my sleep
And made a song in some minutes
Smoking on that gas, had me looking like I'm finished
All this grinding I be doing
Shit I'm so relentless
Never go to sleep I'm bout my money bout my business
Put your bitch in Uber if ever feel the urge
Imma still request it even if the price surge
I wear many hats, I got many hustle, many flows
I got plenty money, plenty pimping
I got plenty hoes
Nigga please, I'm in East Harlem
Eating chopped cheese
Fresh up off a jet from East London and I came clean
All this gang green, I can buy the fuck I want
Ya hoe was with me, she do what the fuck she want
A lot of carrots, Eliantte on my sponsorship
A lot of profit in my pocket gotta acknowledge it
(What else) Gotta honor it, (what else)
It ain't no wondering
It ain't no pondering
This money coming undalay

Flow going 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'd thought that I was on it



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Writer(s): Joel Montgomery
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