[Hook:]
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Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good, I made music so good today
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Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches, and you know we bout to roll some trees
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I'm feelin' it... you feelin' it
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I'm feelin' it... you feelin' it
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M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything [x4]
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[Tyga:]
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Taking my time to perfect the beats
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And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains
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And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink
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Couple bad bitches, they just want VIP
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You a playa fo real? Don't bring around me
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Got girls left up in the backseat
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Runnin like attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed
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Love it when she got her own shit together
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Got shit to lose, then she with whatever
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Always out of town, she my distant lover
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Only pull in driveways with tints and better
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Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
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From a jet runway, I can land wherever
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Make more in a day than your salary
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Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don't lose sleep,
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Man I...
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[Hook]
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[Wiz Khalifa:]
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I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playin'
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My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land
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You's a baller or a hustler then you know what I'm sayin'
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Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I don't care
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I'm rollin'
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Probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty high
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Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly
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If I don't smoke I'll probably die
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I'm holdin'
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Grippin' on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
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Ridin through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the fuckin man
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Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep
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That's why I...
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[Hook]
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[Tyga:]
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Drive fast til I'm out of gas
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Getting money like this, can't look back
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She a one night stand, tryna make it last
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But I be out of town soon as I hit that
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15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots
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You ain't getting money like that
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I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet
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Don't hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be
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I do mostly what the minimum do
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So my girls might be yours times 22
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Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the deuce
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Everything great like a nigga Babe Ruth
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Translucent roof, but her dress seem through
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She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do
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Shit I ain't gonna judge you
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But don't expect me to love you, feelin it?
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M.O.E.
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Tyga |