[Verse 1]
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First thing when I wake up
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I say my prayers, then I blaze up
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A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up
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Morning pretty with no make up, yup
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Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing
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Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling
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On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie
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Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K.
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Got both my phones with me, hear me if it's 'bout some cake
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Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age
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I'm polar, I'm frozen
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I'm golden, my name say
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That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday
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In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday
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Mucho loco, if you grind for the mane'
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Get some shine for your mane', but that money just ain't going away
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To rhyme for your mane', take your bitch to roll up something
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This shit ride for your mane', otherwise you gotta kick that ho
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Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with
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Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action
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Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain't happen
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Homie that don't make no sense
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Niggas on the side be stacking, never tape a brick
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And we treat this shit just like it's trapping
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And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength
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Of the scent, or what I just lit but I would never pass it
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First thing when I wake up
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I say my prayers, then I blaze up
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Get dressed sharp as a razor
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And then it's back to getting cake bruh'
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[Outro x4]
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Oh mary, mary, mary
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Mary
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Curren$y |