"This Morning" lyrics
Uhhhhhhh
Uh, uh, ahhhh
Ahhhh, ah
Woke up this morning feeling good
I'm the richest nigga in my hood
Like to talk that money shit cause I could
I just made the trunk trade places with the hood
I got the check and I ran it
I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed
I was down, than got ghost
Now I'm up, wanna be my friend
Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying
Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying
Nigga can't help you, get on your feet
He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz
Where I come from, you can get clap for real
I'll up a gun on you, no cap is real
No football, got a sac for real
He talking about dragging me, bitch I ain't chill
He think he a killer, when he off the pill
I know some dudes that do it for real
No rap cap, you can get peeled
He thinking I won't but I know that I will
I'm off the dolly, bitch I can't see
You niggas ain't standing up, take a seat
I got a bitch trying to suck me asleep
I'm off the drank, wait I gotta pee
Don't forget you got this shit from the mud
Niggas was hate, they just showed love
That's what it is, and that what it was
Now I spend racks, just because
Woke up this morning feeling good
I'm the richest nigga in my hood
Like to talk that money shit cause I could
I just made the trunk trade places with the hood
I got the check and I ran it
I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed
I was down, than got ghost
Now I'm up, wanna be my friend
Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying
Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying
Nigga can't help you, get on your feet
He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz
On foenam grave, we not playing fair
Niggas be hating but I don't care
He think he tough, send him up stairs
Who want smoke, I like to share
Your homie they die, but he in the chair
We would of did it, he wouldn't dare
I'm Back on that bullshit, don't be scared
Your [?] gone, you gon' need air
You paid for security
I rather get that lil money to shoot
Or we would pull up on you like a uber
Make die with him, hallelujah
Your homie not riding, he not gonna do it
He wanna roll, go get him a scooter
Steal niggas lights but we not Boosters
Teach him a lesson, we need a scholar
Woke up this morning feeling good
I'm the richest nigga in my hood
Like to talk that money shit cause I could
I just made the trunk trade places with the hood
I got the check and I ran it
I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed
I was down, than got ghost
Now I'm up, wanna be my friend
Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying
Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying
Nigga can't help you, get on your feet
He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz
(He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz)
Uh, uh, ahhhh
Ahhhh, ah
Woke up this morning feeling good
I'm the richest nigga in my hood
Like to talk that money shit cause I could
I just made the trunk trade places with the hood
I got the check and I ran it
I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed
I was down, than got ghost
Now I'm up, wanna be my friend
Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying
Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying
Nigga can't help you, get on your feet
He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz
Where I come from, you can get clap for real
I'll up a gun on you, no cap is real
No football, got a sac for real
He talking about dragging me, bitch I ain't chill
He think he a killer, when he off the pill
I know some dudes that do it for real
No rap cap, you can get peeled
He thinking I won't but I know that I will
I'm off the dolly, bitch I can't see
You niggas ain't standing up, take a seat
I got a bitch trying to suck me asleep
I'm off the drank, wait I gotta pee
Don't forget you got this shit from the mud
Niggas was hate, they just showed love
That's what it is, and that what it was
Now I spend racks, just because
Woke up this morning feeling good
I'm the richest nigga in my hood
Like to talk that money shit cause I could
I just made the trunk trade places with the hood
I got the check and I ran it
I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed
I was down, than got ghost
Now I'm up, wanna be my friend
Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying
Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying
Nigga can't help you, get on your feet
He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz
On foenam grave, we not playing fair
Niggas be hating but I don't care
He think he tough, send him up stairs
Who want smoke, I like to share
Your homie they die, but he in the chair
We would of did it, he wouldn't dare
I'm Back on that bullshit, don't be scared
Your [?] gone, you gon' need air
You paid for security
I rather get that lil money to shoot
Or we would pull up on you like a uber
Make die with him, hallelujah
Your homie not riding, he not gonna do it
He wanna roll, go get him a scooter
Steal niggas lights but we not Boosters
Teach him a lesson, we need a scholar
Woke up this morning feeling good
I'm the richest nigga in my hood
Like to talk that money shit cause I could
I just made the trunk trade places with the hood
I got the check and I ran it
I got so good with the money, can't count this shit one handed
I was down, than got ghost
Now I'm up, wanna be my friend
Gas too loud, can't hear what your saying
Play with the gang, we gon' pull up spraying
Nigga can't help you, get on your feet
He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz
(He ain't your homie, nah he ain't your manz)
