"Wake Em Up" lyrics
Murda Beatz & Rich The Kid Lyrics
What these niggas talkin' 'bout, man?
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Yeah, yeah
Yes, sir
Ooh
Woo
Woo
Woo
I had to wake 'em up, just like a little bit of coffee
Gettin' this chicken, it's salty
Brushed the haters off me
I run up them bands, Patek or Lamb', they ain't no shittin' on me
The Richie a 'Rari, homie, with the racks, I'm never lonely
I did this show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the bitch, she do the most
I put Chanel on my hoes, I bought Rollies for the bros
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah
White toes for her feet, had to wake 'em up, they was sleep
Don't play with me
I done told niggas not to play with me (Told niggas not to play with me)
I'm the one, nigga, not the two, I can boss up like a suit (Suit)
Assistant better not snooze (Better not snooze)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ridin' 'round with them bands on me
Nigga switched up, nigga changed on me (Changed)
For the fame and all of the chains on me, R.I.P. to Rich Homie
You get lit then they on your dick (Your dick)
My bitch, she slim and thick (And thick)
I've been juggin' since a jit (Jug)
A nigga hit the plug with the counterfeit (Yeah)
They be tryna go pop, nigga, just drop, bitch wanna lick my wrist (My wrist)
Turn on the stove, I'm back in the kitchen, I'm whippin' a brick (A brick)
I got the dough like fresh out the pan
Young nigga duck it, Uncle Sam (Sam)
I was broke like cookin' Spam
Now I'm rich, I whip the Lamb' (Woo)
I had to wake 'em up, just like a little bit of coffee
Gettin' this chicken, it's salty
Brushed the haters off me
I run up them bands, Patek or Lamb', they ain't no shittin' on me
The Richie a 'Rari, homie, with the racks, I'm never lonely
I did this show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the bitch, she do the most
I put Chanel on my hoes, I bought Rollies for the bros
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah
White toes for her feet, had to wake 'em up, they was sleep
I can't lose
The one not the two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Yeah, yeah
Yes, sir
Ooh
Woo
Woo
Woo
I had to wake 'em up, just like a little bit of coffee
Gettin' this chicken, it's salty
Brushed the haters off me
I run up them bands, Patek or Lamb', they ain't no shittin' on me
The Richie a 'Rari, homie, with the racks, I'm never lonely
I did this show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the bitch, she do the most
I put Chanel on my hoes, I bought Rollies for the bros
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah
White toes for her feet, had to wake 'em up, they was sleep
Don't play with me
I done told niggas not to play with me (Told niggas not to play with me)
I'm the one, nigga, not the two, I can boss up like a suit (Suit)
Assistant better not snooze (Better not snooze)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ridin' 'round with them bands on me
Nigga switched up, nigga changed on me (Changed)
For the fame and all of the chains on me, R.I.P. to Rich Homie
You get lit then they on your dick (Your dick)
My bitch, she slim and thick (And thick)
I've been juggin' since a jit (Jug)
A nigga hit the plug with the counterfeit (Yeah)
They be tryna go pop, nigga, just drop, bitch wanna lick my wrist (My wrist)
Turn on the stove, I'm back in the kitchen, I'm whippin' a brick (A brick)
I got the dough like fresh out the pan
Young nigga duck it, Uncle Sam (Sam)
I was broke like cookin' Spam
Now I'm rich, I whip the Lamb' (Woo)
I had to wake 'em up, just like a little bit of coffee
Gettin' this chicken, it's salty
Brushed the haters off me
I run up them bands, Patek or Lamb', they ain't no shittin' on me
The Richie a 'Rari, homie, with the racks, I'm never lonely
I did this show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the bitch, she do the most
I put Chanel on my hoes, I bought Rollies for the bros
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah
White toes for her feet, had to wake 'em up, they was sleep
I can't lose
The one not the two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
