Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Everyday i wake up first thing on my mind is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, i stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story you up with the sun
Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it a hunnid
Know she gon' f*ck on the kid, know she gon' f*ck on the kid for his sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, No we know tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Had a lil' Hannah Montana pull up on the kid, she f*ckin' on molly
No they can't come around givin' that toppy and shit if it ain't even sloppy
All day makin' them plays, let's shop with the kid, we servin' exotic
Everyday I wake up, put that shit on, know I be drenched like a faucet
Nah you can't even come around, can't even come around the kid no more
Better not f*ck with the gang, I'm throwin' up three while I'm pourin' up four
Gotta go get me some bread, I gotta go stack it up by the loaf
Know we gon' leave him with lead, now he ain't talkin', his casket closed
Smokin' that shit, that exotic, smokin' that shit, that get high the most
Damn why your bitch on my body, I hit her one time, then I don't know
Poppin' my shit like a tire, I'm poppin' my shit like I aim at his dome
They try to steal my attire, they try to hate on the kid for my flow
Everyday I wake up, first thing on my mind is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun
Now I can't be around the crowd, not everybody gon' keep it on
Know she gon' f*ck with the kid, know she gon' f*ck with kid for the sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Every day I wake up, first thing on my mind, is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun
Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it hunnid
Know she gon' f*ck with the kid, know she gon' f*ck with the kid for the sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Everyday i wake up first thing on my mind is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, i stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story you up with the sun
Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it a hunnid
Know she gon' f*ck on the kid, know she gon' f*ck on the kid for his sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, No we know tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Had a lil' Hannah Montana pull up on the kid, she f*ckin' on molly
No they can't come around givin' that toppy and shit if it ain't even sloppy
All day makin' them plays, let's shop with the kid, we servin' exotic
Everyday I wake up, put that shit on, know I be drenched like a faucet
Nah you can't even come around, can't even come around the kid no more
Better not f*ck with the gang, I'm throwin' up three while I'm pourin' up four
Gotta go get me some bread, I gotta go stack it up by the loaf
Know we gon' leave him with lead, now he ain't talkin', his casket closed
Smokin' that shit, that exotic, smokin' that shit, that get high the most
Damn why your bitch on my body, I hit her one time, then I don't know
Poppin' my shit like a tire, I'm poppin' my shit like I aim at his dome
They try to steal my attire, they try to hate on the kid for my flow
Everyday I wake up, first thing on my mind is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun
Now I can't be around the crowd, not everybody gon' keep it on
Know she gon' f*ck with the kid, know she gon' f*ck with kid for the sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Every day I wake up, first thing on my mind, is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun
Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it hunnid
Know she gon' f*ck with the kid, know she gon' f*ck with the kid for the sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Everyday i wake up first thing on my mind is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, i stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story you up with the sun
Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it a hunnid
Know she gon' f*ck on the kid, know she gon' f*ck on the kid for his sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, No we know tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Had a lil' Hannah Montana pull up on the kid, she f*ckin' on molly
No they can't come around givin' that toppy and shit if it ain't even sloppy
All day makin' them plays, let's shop with the kid, we servin' exotic
Everyday I wake up, put that shit on, know I be drenched like a faucet
Nah you can't even come around, can't even come around the kid no more
Better not f*ck with the gang, I'm throwin' up three while I'm pourin' up four
Gotta go get me some bread, I gotta go stack it up by the loaf
Know we gon' leave him with lead, now he ain't talkin', his casket closed
Smokin' that shit, that exotic, smokin' that shit, that get high the most
Damn why your bitch on my body, I hit her one time, then I don't know
Poppin' my shit like a tire, I'm poppin' my shit like I aim at his dome
They try to steal my attire, they try to hate on the kid for my flow
Everyday I wake up, first thing on my mind is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun
Now I can't be around the crowd, not everybody gon' keep it on
Know she gon' f*ck with the kid, know she gon' f*ck with kid for the sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Every day I wake up, first thing on my mind, is count my money
Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon
They wasn't there the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun
Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it hunnid
Know she gon' f*ck with the kid, know she gon' f*ck with the kid for the sound
No we don't f*ck with the pig, can't even f*ck with the pig, don't even know him
If he gon' f*ck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him
All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem
Writer: Christian Sauseda
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid