Woke Up Like This

Forever King

(Hmmm Hmmm Yeah Yeah)
I'm out on a mission the road to the riches
These niggas and bitches got problems can't fix it
The bag keep on calling I'm sliding to get it
I might as well risk it no time to be timid
Bradley Cooper no hangovers pushing limits
They getting offended I'm standing on business
I'm calling up God these blessings keep sending
(Hmmm Hmmm Yeah Yeah)
My vision too vivid my life imma live it
Get money fuck bitches
Get money fuck niggas
I jumped off the porch when nobody would listen
Stay fly as a rocket I start the ignition
Got a pot full of gold while the sidewalk is pissy
Got water on water the sharks are still swimming
This just the beginning they wish I would finish
(Hmmm Hmmm Yeah Yeah)
(Hmmm Hmmm Yeah Yeah)
I'm chilling with hustlers they sliding in foreign's
Might fly out to London and bag me a Lauren
Don't care about opinions still rocking Ralph Lauren
I hear all the shit that they talking is boring
Melodies sent from heaven I still feel it pouring Yeah

New day same old shit
Another hater on my list
Might go bag your bitch (yeah)
I just came to talk my shit (splash)
Keep talking might be a new lick (yeah)
I walk in the room and get lit (you know it)
I'm fly from my head to my kicks (you know it)
I woke up I felt like the shit
(Hmmm Hmmm Yeah Yeah)
Bitch I'm heem
You knew when I walked on the scene
I'm still counting knots in my jeans (he gone)
He mad his bitch leaving with me (bye)
I don't want her I'm keeping it P (bye)
If it ain't about the money
Then why are you talking to me (yeah)

P shit no weak shit don't care about a hoe (nah)
White bitch all on me her nose full of snow (yeah)
Got a call from Sta Sta my queen on the phone
Man bitch go ahead and back up go chill with the bro (back up)
Rock Rock Rockstar life
I got me a wife
Don't believe that hype
I been smoking this weed and I'm not in the mood
Might be fucking with me I'm not fucking with you
For a little drugs and a little money they'll do what you want (they'll do what you want)
I'm a king bitch can't handle me I don't care what you want (nah)
I'm too focused (focused)
These niggas and bitches they move like a locust (you know it)
I look up to God (God)
I look in the mirror I know that I'm chosen (yeah)
I run up a check then pass it to my queen (you know it)
She keeping the bank account open
These niggas be hating these bitches be hating
My downfall they wishing and hoping (yeah)

New day same old shit
Another hater on my list
Might go bag your bitch (bye)
I just came to talk my shit (yeah)
Keep talking might be a new lick (splash)
I walk in the room and get lit (yeah)
I'm fly from my head to my kicks
I woke up I felt like the shit
(Hmmm Hmmm Yeah Yeah)
Bitch I'm heem (I'm heem)
You knew when I walked on the scene (yeah)
I'm still counting knots in my jeans (yeah)
He mad his bitch leaving with me (bye)
I don't want her I'm keeping it P (nah)
If it ain't about the money
Then why are you talking to me (yeah)



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Writer(s): Jeremy Hall
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