5AM lyrics

[Chorus]
I be getting money, my style these n*ggas stole it
I be smoking dope, b*tch, I'm a cupid old head
Used to be from O'Block, now I'm from that Glo Block
I still a let the tool pop, I shoot it at 4 opps
Ridin' in a foreign, bad b*tches goin'
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in the morning
I be up trap, trap, trappin' while these n*ggas snorin'
Yo b*tch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning

[Verse 1]
I pull up like where my money? Boy, you laughing, ain't sh*t funny
Up this gun now you a bunny, boy, you running, little Johnny
I pull up blingin', chain from Johnny, watch from Johnny, ring from Johnny
Everything from Johnny, I pull up bling is stuntin'
I pull up on you got that work
You want a verse, get it first
Keep that chicken, afford some beef
Might as well gon' ahead get a hearse
n*ggas smoking on dope, 'cause you smoking on purp
Boy, you smoking on burnt, boy, you smoking on hurt
Pull up in that ugly ass thing with no teeth
Hop out makin' these b*tches go to work
Pull up like skrrt, gone in the dirt
"Sosa where you going?" b*tch, I'm going get some work
I got verse for the high, and shows for the high
Ring-ring, who gon' get it first?
Pull up on your ass, get that cash
Then I pulled off with a smirk
Muhf*ckers ain't believe me when I said sh*t was gon' get worse
[Chorus]
I be getting money, my style these n*ggas stole it
I be smoking dope, b*tch, I'm a cupid old head
Used to be from O'Block, now I'm from that Glo Block
I still a let the tool pop, I shoot it at 4 opps
Ridin' in a foreign, bad b*tches goin'
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in the morning
I be up trap, trap, trappin' while these n*ggas snorin'
Yo b*tch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning

[Verse 2]
On tracks I be flowing, weed I be blowing
Hoes I be f*cking, kick 'em in the morning
'Cause b*tches be so corny, they is full of corn
My nina be so horny, she is full of porn
No sleep, please, no snoring, I blink the floor
Got cake all on the floor, I ate some more
Can't give a b*tch my time, I can't afford
'Cause I can't tell the time in my f*cking Breitling
I'm from the block, I still wear white 1s
Got so many styles, n*ggas bite one
Let a freak me look like
Got a watch out for the iguana

[Chorus]
I be getting money, my style these n*ggas stole it
I be smoking dope, b*tch, I'm a cupid old head
Used to be from O'Block, now I'm from that Glo Block
I still a let the tool pop, I shoot it at 4 opps
Ridin' in a foreign, bad b*tches goin'
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in the morning
I be up trap, trap, trappin' while these n*ggas snorin'
Yo b*tch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning