8Am Freestyle

Eight AM
Bank account
Eight figures
Laughing now
Aye, yeah, uhh

It's early in the morning and the money on my mind
Lately I been feeling like I'm running out of time
Sitting on a balcony smoking on that ganja
Riding in a McLaren all red call it Wanda

Eight AM, check my bank account
Eight figures, tell me who laughing now?
Drop the top, pull up I'm jumping out
Gas so loud, had to air it out
Eight AM, check my bank account
Eight figures, tell me who laughing now?
Drop the top, pull up I'm jumping out
Gas so loud, had to air it out

You don't want no beef, boy
You don't want no static
I love my bitch yeah
Cause she the baddest
I love my V twelve, it's a automatic
I'm not a saint nah, I got my habits
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the richest of em' all?
I just bought a Audemars
Put my bitch in Saint Laurent
Bandit on the run, what you know about that?
Threw my feelings in a bag and I threw em' out back
(Ba-Ba-Back uh yeah)
I'm on my Kurt shit
No I'm not hurt bitch
I'm off a perc bitch
Tryna' find my purpose
I don't got no time to be in my bag so I'ma chase one
I was having a hard time with this verse right now, I'm on one

It's early in the morning and the money on my mind
Lately I been feeling like I'm running out of time
Sitting on a balcony smoking on that ganja
Riding in a McLaren all red call it Wanda

Eight AM, check my bank account
Eight figures, tell me who laughing now?
Drop the top, pull up I'm jumping out
Gas so loud, had to air it out
Eight AM, check my bank account
Eight figures, tell me who laughing now?
Drop the top, pull up I'm jumping out
Gas so loud, had to air it out



Credits
Writer(s): Marcos Aguirre
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