Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Wake up early in the mornin' Mix marijuana with the coffee Ash on the floor in my apartment I just burnt a hole in the carpet I am not a man, I'm a martian Ridin' round in a flying saucer Drippin' like I'm walking out the sauna Bitch you call me daddy, not my daughter I'm a motherfucker with the windows down Bass boomin' when I'm racing past I'm a nice guy, but the man on my right side You don't wanna make him mad I don't got a gun But you know he got the wand with the strap and the thing attached You should take cover, he'll hit a motherfucker With a beam like lasеr tag Northside gang, nah I'm from the northside plains Multiplays, not likе the Fortnite game Scroll the porn site when I'm courtside Honestly it's more of my thing Marijuana smoke in the porch light Porsche light. swing like four or five chains I'm Ric Flair with the hair slick back Baby fat undercover six pack lift that Stack money tall, so tall in fact If you play the game of Jenga, it'd be bigger than Shaq Run it like Usain Bolt on the two lane road Y'all trippin' like a shoe came off C₄H₁₀ butane flow Guess they need a motherfucker, blue flame cold Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Wake up early in the mornin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mix marijuana with the coffee (Yeah, yeah yeah) Ash on the floor in my apartment (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I just burnt a hole in the carpet (Yeah, yeah) I am not a man, I'm a martian (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ridin' round in a flying saucer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Drippin' like I'm walking out the sauna (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch you call me daddy, not my daughter (Yeah, yeah) How the hell could I not change Denzel, Ray Allen, yeah I got game Feeling' like rap wayne not Rock Wayne Breaking down a big rock, yeah I got Dwayne And I got good gas, I octane Y'all love when they gossip and drop names You could suck my dick though, count up my crypto Fuck around and bought the whole blockchains, yeah, yeah No, I'm not settling back in LA I was broke as I ever been I had to stay on the floor of the residence, what can I say? Now, the flow even better I told 'em I won't let that slow my development Honestly, that got me mowing my element Yeah, that's the truth and I know you embellish it You unintelligent, I don't say nothing I know you 'gon tell 'em shit, ah Been on a move, I'm barely at home I still got my number and area code Still got a touch of Burberry cologne Still got a stash like I buried a bone Payback, borrowed money Last year I got new money, Not old money This year give me ten year Votto money Lookin' like I won the motherfucking lotto money, I love that Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Wake up early in the mornin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mix marijuana with the coffee (Yeah, yeah yeah) Ash on the floor in my apartment (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I just burnt a hole in the carpet (Yeah, yeah) I am not a man, I'm a martian (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ridin' round in a flying saucer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Drippin' like I'm walking out the sauna (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch you call me daddy, not my daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Calvin Scruby, Corbett Dustin James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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