[ Featuring GUTTA ]
(J-I-Double D-Y)
(I'm from out the Gutta, middle finger, zone 6)
I don't care who don't like me, better say it though
Cuzzo got a zip of that, gotta weigh it though
Why they playing both sides? I'll never know
Til' I put em front line, that'll kill em slow
F*cked the shit up that I had, back to square one
I don't really trust shit, and I fear none
Everybody got a switch, ain't no real ones
Everybody born to win, but ain't win none
Throw a lil cash, shorty she gon bend it over
Paranoid when I'm out so I don't smoke klovers
Pour a double cup, shit it make me talk slower
She keep saying I'm the problem, so I blocked shorty
Money wake me up, I been up since 9:40
Gotta give you to the streets, it's your time shorty
He ain't really on shit, he keep lying shorty
And you know you been the shit, you a dime shorty
Niggas quick to fake the funk, man that shit corny
Told them niggas be yourself, you'll win some
I got niggas in the field tryna end some
Where the hoes at? Yeah, I'm tryna strike some
My bitch bad & boujee, she don't ever want none
All these hoes they be broke, tryna find someone
Gotta slimy hoe, she be tryna line someone
And my ex super friendly, she be lying to you
Every time I'm not beat, she be crying to you
I lost niggas to the streets, got my mind tortured
I'm not tryna play the streets, I'm tryna go corporate
Tryna see a hundred thou, split it with my daughter
I know she gon ride with me, she my only one
Gotta keep God with me, look what I've become
You might think I'm not on it, I'm just playing dumb
She keep taking Henny shots, with a Dusse punch
Money wake me up
Money wake me up
Money wake me up
Money wake me up
Money wake me up
Money wake me up
Money wake me up
Money wake me up
