Yeah; La la lala
I wake up in the morning thank the lord I ain't you
I wake up in the morning I be trappin while you snooze
I wake up in the morning get my cake up while I'm yawning
I wake up in the morning wake and bake up in the morning
Im on my Wiz Khalifa got my Kush & Orange Juice
Rolling King Kong fingers doobie hit like Goku
You can catch me in the trap I'm all about my cheese too
Every morning I wake up I thank the Lord I ain't you
Got a pocket full of money I could probably buy you
Yo bitch is on my dic she wetter than a typhoon
And I'm gon show my ass something like a baboon
I be dressed to impress looking like the damn groom
Røllin papers while I'm tryna make some paper
Blew smoke off on my haters you can say they caught the vapors
Røllin papers while I'm tryna make some paper
Blew smoke off on my haters you can say they caught the vapors
I wake up in the morning thank the lord I ain't you
I wake up in the morning I be trappin while you snooze
I wake up in the morning get my cake up while I'm yawning
I wake up in the morning wake and bake up in the morning
Rise & Grind sound like I'm skate boarding
Brush my teeth after that like a ape I'm bathing
Wipe the crust up out my eye & put on my air Jordan's
Grab my doobie out the tray to my lips I'm sparking
Still bumping trap or die like uhual I'm moving
Money do not sleep but you boys still snoozing
The way I get my cake up got em calling me a baker
Thank the lord every morning that I dodge the undertaker
You can be just like me you focused on the paper
Stay the fuc out the way don't you worry bout no haters
I wake up in the morning thank the lord I ain't you
I wake up in the morning I be trappin while you snooze
I wake up in the morning get my cake up while I'm yawning
I wake up in the morning wake and bake up in the morning