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You woke up feelin way better

Way better than the day you did before

You got the whole world in the palm of your hands

You had to let it go

DJ C-Money in this motherfucker...

La Familia...

Freeband Gang...

We global now...

Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy

All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin

All it took was some patience--Niggas still hatin

Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'

Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it

Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it

Like when I was sellin rocks nigga I'm still hungry

Quarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me

Hell ya, bout that lifestyle

Pradas on me right now

Had to pay my lawyer off cuz nigga I don't do trial

Bitches I don't do trial, you can keep your comments

I be gettin' this money, bout to fuckin vomit

30 on my stomach, tell me "how bad do you want it?"

Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky

All that damn finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons

All that damn stressin' and a nigga start progressin'

Yeah Yeah

Ain't no sympathy nigga, ain't no sympathy nigga!

You remember me nigga, know you remember me nigga!

I'ma whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga

I'm gone whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga

I got that sack out the front door and I went skraight through the back

I was fucked up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap

I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta juug out the [??]

I won't wear em no more, if those shoes a day old

See I consist and I am, see I persist and I am

I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs

That's an Aventador nigga, that cost a hundred a piece

I went so hard in the streets, I'm bout to have me a feast