​​woke up lit lyrics

[Intro]
I'm in this bih I'm scrolling on Twitter right now n*gga
I love my old account this sh*t got me mad as f*ck
Clayco on the beat

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, boomerang money come back to me
Yes I run through the racks, just like athletes
b*tch I'm smoking on exotic gasoline
No I don't know that hoe, why you asking me?
Yeah, and I'm coming through with a classy b*tch
Rocking Air Force 1s these some classic kicks n*gga
I talk money, not fashion, b*tch n*gga
But I can't cap I be dabbing, b*tch n*gga
Yeah, so I talk my sh*t
Yea, early morning b*tch I woke up lit
My hair hang long like a real bad b*tch
Got a purple iPhone, full of real bad b*tches
Tell the bird fly home, 'cause she act like a pigeon
When I come through all these people taking pictures
When I come through all these b*tches blowing kisses
And these pants Ricky, I forgot to mention
Money dance n*gga, these racks they got me jigging
I'm geeked up n*gga, whole 'nother dimension
And I don't talk much, 'cause these n*ggas don't listen
Two iPhones, n*gga, and they be getting
Me money
Come through, n*gga, I be mean mugging

[Verse]
We havin' racks, don't tell b*tch (Shhh)
Keep quiet, I buy you Chanel sh*t
I'm rocking 1 of 1 kiss hotel drip
b*tch I'm 1 of 1 you can't tell b*tch? (Huh? b*tch)
I walk in there geeked up, I can't help it
New pack in, say "hi" to the mailman
Hi tech red, yea n*gga, I sip that
Damn, that's your b*tch, young n*gga, I hit that (Yea, okay)

[Bridge]
Bring that b*tch back in (Okay, yea, fasho)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, boomerang money come back to me
Yes I run through the racks, just like athletes
b*tch I'm smoking on exotic gasoline
No I don't know that hoe, why you asking me?
Yeah, and I'm coming through with a classy b*tch
Rocking Air Force 1s these some classic kicks n*gga
I talk money, not fashion, b*tch n*gga
But I can't cap I be dabbing, b*tch n*gga
Yeah, so I talk my sh*t
Yea, early morning b*tch I woke up lit
My hair hang long like a real bad b*tch
Got a purple iPhone, full of real bad b*tches
Tell the bird fly home, 'cause she act like a pigeon
When I come through all these people taking pictures
When I come through all these b*tches blowing kisses
And these pants Ricky, I forgot to mention
Money dance n*gga, these racks they got me jigging
I'm geeked up n*gga, whole 'nother dimension
And I don't talk much, 'cause these n*ggas don't listen
Two iPhones, n*gga, and they be getting
Me money
Come through, n*gga, I be mean mugging

[Outro]
On god, better tell them f*ck n*ggas
Clayco on the beat