Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Before I can get out the bed
She started licking the head
So I put some dick in her legs
And told her go fix me some eggs
I gotta get to the bread
Count up my paper and I'm out the doh
Ain't no time sitting around thinking bout
How I'm a blow Ask me how do I know
Cause I told you so Either you go hard (Go home)
Or go for broke I'm in that ropa-dope
Chocking like Sprewell chocked the coach
The shit that I'm smoking from Cosavo
But I'm planning a trip to Tokyo
Came from the funk like armpits
To popping trunks of Foreign whips
To hopping out of Foreign fits
Higher than a forklift Nah I'm not a farm kid
Nor was I born rich
But I'm trying to make the Forbes List So I
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
See lately I been seeing niggas plotting on me watching
Crazy static Roger Rabbit got the club hopping
The shit that we be rolling give you Ray Charles vision
Wake up count the money then we start dripping
I remember days in the south when we was n south trapping
Pistol for the action we was tryna make it happen
I remember back when I was broke and wasn't having
Made something out of nothing safe to say we doing magic
Get up and count the money money mind frame
I told my bitch that I don't wonna play them mind games
Ide rather sip some codeine by myself
Told my fans I'm here to stay and that's why every single day I gotta
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Count money like 123
Foreign whip with a bumble bee
Benz coop with the missing tooth
Young nigga that's a sun roof
Keep it cool like a fan do
Staying lit like a candle
All this money got my hands full
Young niggas in the bando
Freak hoes giving deep throat on a big boat for some promo
Rampage throwing 20 k off the grand stage at the grand maze
Hennessey with a lemonade with a good blunt take away the pain
All this money take away the pain bad bitches take away the pain
I sit at the table and feast you rappers ain't ready to eat
I do this shit for the geeks who study the game that I teach
I ride around with a priest he helping me stay out the streets
My mind is so gone I need Jesus my mind is so gone I need piece
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Picasso Chicken (feat. Dave's Not Hear & Mel Shakur) Video (MV)
Performed By: ShowTym
Language: English
Length: 3:57
Written by: Bronsha Brandon, David Dixon, Melvin Richson
ShowTym - Picasso Chicken (feat. Dave's Not Hear & Mel Shakur) Lyrics
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Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Before I can get out the bed
She started licking the head
So I put some dick in her legs
And told her go fix me some eggs
I gotta get to the bread
Count up my paper and I'm out the doh
Ain't no time sitting around thinking bout
How I'm a blow Ask me how do I know
Cause I told you so Either you go hard (Go home)
Or go for broke I'm in that ropa-dope
Chocking like Sprewell chocked the coach
The shit that I'm smoking from Cosavo
But I'm planning a trip to Tokyo
Came from the funk like armpits
To popping trunks of Foreign whips
To hopping out of Foreign fits
Higher than a forklift Nah I'm not a farm kid
Nor was I born rich
But I'm trying to make the Forbes List So I
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
See lately I been seeing niggas plotting on me watching
Crazy static Roger Rabbit got the club hopping
The shit that we be rolling give you Ray Charles vision
Wake up count the money then we start dripping
I remember days in the south when we was n south trapping
Pistol for the action we was tryna make it happen
I remember back when I was broke and wasn't having
Made something out of nothing safe to say we doing magic
Get up and count the money money mind frame
I told my bitch that I don't wonna play them mind games
Ide rather sip some codeine by myself
Told my fans I'm here to stay and that's why every single day I gotta
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Count money like 123
Foreign whip with a bumble bee
Benz coop with the missing tooth
Young nigga that's a sun roof
Keep it cool like a fan do
Staying lit like a candle
All this money got my hands full
Young niggas in the bando
Freak hoes giving deep throat on a big boat for some promo
Rampage throwing 20 k off the grand stage at the grand maze
Hennessey with a lemonade with a good blunt take away the pain
All this money take away the pain bad bitches take away the pain
I sit at the table and feast you rappers ain't ready to eat
I do this shit for the geeks who study the game that I teach
I ride around with a priest he helping me stay out the streets
My mind is so gone I need Jesus my mind is so gone I need piece
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Before I can get out the bed
She started licking the head
So I put some dick in her legs
And told her go fix me some eggs
I gotta get to the bread
Count up my paper and I'm out the doh
Ain't no time sitting around thinking bout
How I'm a blow Ask me how do I know
Cause I told you so Either you go hard (Go home)
Or go for broke I'm in that ropa-dope
Chocking like Sprewell chocked the coach
The shit that I'm smoking from Cosavo
But I'm planning a trip to Tokyo
Came from the funk like armpits
To popping trunks of Foreign whips
To hopping out of Foreign fits
Higher than a forklift Nah I'm not a farm kid
Nor was I born rich
But I'm trying to make the Forbes List So I
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
See lately I been seeing niggas plotting on me watching
Crazy static Roger Rabbit got the club hopping
The shit that we be rolling give you Ray Charles vision
Wake up count the money then we start dripping
I remember days in the south when we was n south trapping
Pistol for the action we was tryna make it happen
I remember back when I was broke and wasn't having
Made something out of nothing safe to say we doing magic
Get up and count the money money mind frame
I told my bitch that I don't wonna play them mind games
Ide rather sip some codeine by myself
Told my fans I'm here to stay and that's why every single day I gotta
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Count money like 123
Foreign whip with a bumble bee
Benz coop with the missing tooth
Young nigga that's a sun roof
Keep it cool like a fan do
Staying lit like a candle
All this money got my hands full
Young niggas in the bando
Freak hoes giving deep throat on a big boat for some promo
Rampage throwing 20 k off the grand stage at the grand maze
Hennessey with a lemonade with a good blunt take away the pain
All this money take away the pain bad bitches take away the pain
I sit at the table and feast you rappers ain't ready to eat
I do this shit for the geeks who study the game that I teach
I ride around with a priest he helping me stay out the streets
My mind is so gone I need Jesus my mind is so gone I need piece
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Wake up in the morning count my money f*ck a bad bitch
You know what I'm puffing on is never nothing average
Balling on you niggas like a marlin or a maverick
Damn yea that part that's it
Writer: Bronsha Brandon, David Dixon, Melvin Richson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid