[ Featuring Byron Lee, Lee the Warlord ]
Wake up!
Check my bank account, then I brush my teeth
In the mirror wash my face
Ooh
Damn I look elite
Grabbed a leaf,
Now I'm rollin up
Love the THC
Gotta hit the shower yeah I woke up fresh but now I'm clean
Stocks are boomin damn it's lookin like an
Even better week
Spray the fragrance, it's specific but she lovin the technique
Suit and tie,
F*ck the J's
I got stacy's on my feet
On my way
To the bank
Chase deposits what I see
Then I meet up with my people and we spend it on the freaks
Seein cheeks
Goi
N up and down
Told me take a seat
Cnd it's funny kuz I'm makin money even as we speak
Imma make it storm when I see them strippers hit the peak
I just want the paper
Ballin like lebron on the heat
Better yet the Lakers
Cctin funny but it's not that deep
$40 for a taper,
Not that much, these niggas bein cheap
Givin kudos out,
Compliments,
But they're tongue and cheek
Every week
Csking for a feature
Cctin like it's free
That ain't me
Not a preacher boy these words they cost a fee
I been rockin out
Check me
In my plain white T
Got the forces on
Check me in my plain Nikes
Off white, Hype beast but they not like me
Typing, lightning, striking fire on the beat
Told my boy she for the streets
Where she learned to be a freak
But he didn't listen damn he took her
Back to the sheets