Woke Up - Big Sean, Mike Posner, James Fauntleroy

Young Chop on the beat

Yup.

money, money, money

I woke up — boy it’s time to get it

Walking to the window, saw the city

Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest

Living but it’s time to make a killing

Thank God I woke up

Tryna get it every day

Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up) tell these fuck boys they gotta pay

Tryna make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up)

I woke up, woke up, thank God I woke up (yeah)

Wifey at home but I’m living life like we broke up (yeah)

You hit the hood and post up, I’m gon' get it ‘til I’m filthy rich

My hands dirty, my gross up (gross), my money doing the toe touch

That’s stretched out, ‘til I’m in the back, stretched out, drinkin' Ace

‘cause I’m decked out, whole hood with me;

need a guest house, yea a guest house

Lately, I been getting like mo' ass and less mouth

‘Cause when they see that whip (skrrt), they start to think about kids

Man, when they see this crib, they gon' start to think about cribs

Been dealt with real life too long, now it’s time to live

Respect out the D (boi), hardly had a pot to pee in

Now I’m at the Coliseum, lil' niggas gotta see him

Tryna be him, show you how to follow vision, real nigga

Politician, bad bitch, swallowtician, gotta get it

Yea (yea), last night I lost all that

I’ma wake my ass up, get it all back, thank God

I woke up — boy it’s time to get it

Walking to the window, saw the city

Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest

Living but it’s time to make a killing

Thank God I woke up

Tryna get it every day

Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up) tell these fuck boys they gotta pay

Tryna make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up)

Now I been killing shit, I gotta say, my pit blue, my buffs gray

With a hint of white, sipping Henny white, livin' like I won’t see the night

A real playa like Pinky, when I’m in the game, I TD

And I’m all about my dollars, dollars, dollars, that’s 3D

I wake up with a bad bitch by my side

Last night, I was so drunk, I felt high

Last week, I was so high, I felt drunk

I got a bitch so bad, I gotta hit from the front

I fuck Kim K hoes, that’s Ye ‘Ye tone, smoking weed, that’s reggaeton

Get it next to free, that’s AJ tone, what’s my name

What’s my name bitch?

Sayitaintone, what she saying?

Sayitaintone

Who they paying?

Sayitaintone, fuck sleep that take too long!

I woke up — boy it’s time to get it

Walking to the window, saw the city

Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest

Living but it’s time to make a killing

Thank God I woke up

Tryna get it every day

Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up) tell these fuck boys they gotta pay

Tryna make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up)

I woke up — boy it’s time to get it

Walking to the window, saw the city

Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest

Living but it’s time to make a killing

Thank God I woke up

I woke up this morning

Looking at the city that raised me

I can get it all now

And go get everything they never gave me

Like every day that I wake, I say grace for my cake

I’ma do dessert first, I don’t even gotta wait

Yea, when I hit the mall, I hit that bitch in the face

God be so good to me, I just gotta stop and pray

By the way, my jewelry appraised, it’s a couple K

On the lake, I’m out of the state, at my hideaway

Like Bruce Wayne, I’m saving the day, and I’m getting bank

I’m foolay, my bitch got bootay, ooh I love the way

I woke up, my dough up, I got out, I go nuts

I show out, I blow up, I ball out, I pro up

Ok it’s Earlly Mac off in this ho, tailor-made designer coat

Watch me take it to the bank and deposit a pot of gold

I’m foolay

I woke up — boy it’s time to get it

Walking to the window, saw the city

Thank God I woke up — feelin' like the mothafuckin' realest

Living but it’s time to make a killing

Thank God I woke up