In the Morning - Big Sean, Big K.R.I.T., YG

I wake up in the morning

Pull them panties to the side

And I’m twistin up that Cali

Cause you know I stay high

For my bitch to count my dough

Wake up in the morning

For my bitch she fuck me back

After I nut she clean it up and the we count a stack

If you were around the corner

You could probably hear her moaning

I wake the neighbors up

Cause I fucking every morning

I’m a mutha fuckin gangsta

Got some straps up in the closet

In these streets is beef

So I keep the duce in my pocket

Even tho I’m on probation

Keep the blunt in rotation

Smoking some fire

Got it from my connect and he Jamaican

I’m just tryin to make a dolla outta 15 cents

So I hit the block

And straight pimp me a bitch, uh

My daddy told me nigga get it how you live

So it’s Money over bitches

Nigga that’s just what it is

Keepin it G til I die

To these bitches I lie

Walk out the mall

Looking so flyyyyyy

All I know my bank account

Got long ass digits

California weed

Counting cheese

Fuckin bad bitches

I wake up in the morning

Pull them panties to the side

And I’m twistin up that Cali

Cause you know I stay high

For my bitch to count my dough

I’m tired talkin early morning fucking

Bed side sucking

Why you turnin on ya oven

I was pullin out and bustin on her

Back never in her cat

Never in between

If you gotta

Superbad bitch like mine

Shawty know what I mean

I’m talking slob on my nob like a pro

Zonin… blowing

She might never let it got

On the low

She’s a very freaky girl

Don’t say no to daddy

She get wet when I swang

Dump it in my Cadi

She built like a thoroughbred

Ride like a glass house

Push on the pillow

She shake and shiver

And mad shy

Breakfast and champagne

Band and ass and titties

Kush and orange juice

Serving up and hella pimpin

I wake up in the morning

Pull them panties to the side

And I’m twisting up that Cali

Cause you know I stay high

For my bitch to count my dough

Yea I wake up with hard dick

And the bitch you was dreaming about

She wake up to the realest nigga

That all of these hoes is dreaming about

I walk in the bank, I’m cleaning it out

Jewelry store I’m gleaming it out

I’m smacking these hoes

And then in skeet on their blouse

You keep your own homes

I’m just leasing them out

WESTSIDE!

And I don’t mean the fuckin coast

She screaming B.I.G

But it ain’t no fuckin ghost

The hoes that turned you down

Is the ones I fuck the most

I’m burning all this bread

So we might as well fuckin toast

Man these niggas looking at me

Like they hoes or something

Ya’ll are barely touching green

Ya’ll are holes in one

These niggas is hoeing cause

Damnit life’s a slut

But I bust a nut

And it’s no wonder why all

These niggas look like my oldest son

Too me say it ain’t

And that ghetto ass dealer man

Lighting purple haze you would of thought

I was chillin with Killa Cam

Goin around and around

And around and around

This shit it feelin like ceiling flans

I feel the hands feelin in my pants

Like «shut the fuck up hoe

And get in this van»,

I wake up

I wake up in the morning

Pull them panties to the side

And I’m twistin up that Cali

Cause you know I stay high

For my bitch to count my dough