Wake Up lyrics

[Chorus: Xanman$hawty]
They say I'm too flashy, don't like how I'm livin'
n*ggas b*tch too much for me, get out your feelings
Wake up in the morning like I gotta get it
Don't hit my line, no, I ain't tryna kick it
Say where I was last night, I was with my n*ggas, gang, gang
Yeah, we on the same thing
Yeah, we on the same page
We know he not in the streets, that n*gga not read what he claim
Shoulda' stayed in his f*cking lane
Rob his ass, take his chain
Big Frank, color is same
White b*tch, John McClain
Jonah Hill, b*tch, I'm with the drum again
I walked inside this b*tch, I only say f*ck the opps, no, they don't stand a chance
I get them racks and do my money dance
Smokin' Gushers out a can
She wanna chill thеn take a Xan
He wanna be mе but he can't
He get some money now he mad

[Verse 1: Xanman$hawty]
Check your diamonds, they're not real
He wanna work, they need to pay
I'm gettin' that lean, I'm crackin' the seal
We just in a Civic, now I'm in the Benz
I'm punchin' that n*gga, I feel like I'm boxer
Call of Duty, where I hop out the Chopper
She wanna f*ck me and I'm like "When?"
She f*ck with a n*gga she know that I ain't poppin'
[Chorus: Xanman$hawty]
They say I'm too flashy, don't like how I'm livin'
n*ggas b*tch too much for me, get out your feelings
Wake up in the morning like I gotta get it
Don't hit my line, no, I ain't tryna kick it
Say where I was last night, I was with my n*ggas, gang, gang
Yeah, we on the same thing
Yeah, we on the same page
We know he not in the streets, that n*gga not read what he claim
Shoulda' stayed in his f*cking lane
Rob his ass, take his chain
Big Frank, color is same
White b*tch, John McClain
Jonah Hill, b*tch, I'm with the drum again
I walked inside this b*tch, I only say f*ck the opps, no, they don't stand a chance
I get them racks and do my money dance
Smokin' Gushers out a can
She wanna chill then take a Xan
He wanna be me but he can't
He get some money now he mad

[Verse 2: 1600J]
Uhm, I knew you never seen a blue face
I bust it down then I put it on Blu-ray
He wait for his ueys on Tuesday
Ain't no trust to n*ggas 'cause they two-faced
Like how you tryna eat up off my plate?
Beat your hoe off my di*k, she in my way
I been had 'em since I had Myspace (I really like to use cash)
These n*ggas not thumbin' through cash (Dylvinci got the code)
The way that I do it, they mad
I put a b*tch n*gga in his bag
I'm thumbin' through bands, I'm glad
Payin' disrespect, how you get toe tag?
That's yo ex, oh, my bad
Brodie stress, slowly goin' on sad
I'm really outside, ya'll n*ggas be ass
I had to rewind it, n*gga, run it back
On that Internet sh*t, I ain't Internet
Oh, my bro, he'll aim at your fitted cap
Why you cry over hoes, we ain't missin' that
[Outro: 1600J]
No, (ayy), nah (ayy), nah, nah, ahh, uhm