Lyrics Wake Up - Mac Rell

I woke up 5:30 I was ready to get it
I text all my niggas wouldn't text my bitches
I told them get they money we need to go and get it
It's time to get some bricks and I really meant it
We flew to Peru and got connected with it
Couldn't leave the border so I had to represent it
I stayed up in that California straight lieutenant
I'm Soulja baby yeah just like lieutenant
No limit like the army better yet the navy
I don't want your bitch unless she gonna pay me
When I'm in the south end I slap MDOT 80
Just left the south end in my drop Mercedes

Wake up in the morning man I feel like gettin it
I'm off up in these streets and man I feel like getting it
Getting to the money man I feel like gettin it
Feel like getting it, feel like getting it

Flew to Seattle it's 40 below, I just left Mexico
I was ducking and diving all between that border patrol
Don't you know I order a ho like I order some more
Tell her where, how, who, and when she need to go
For sure, hella instructions in my discussion
Look in my eyes mane I can't do no bluffing
Poker face, I don't want her mane
If she ain't gon represent the frozen state or golden state
I'm a west coast mack and they know it
I'm riding around slow motion
I could hit the break I could hit the gas
I could posse rear my bottom half
What you wanna do I got hella bands
Hella gas and new tags
Burning rubber woke up this morning
Feeling like the first of the summer, ayy

I wake up in the morning man I feel like gettin it
I'm off up in these streets and man I feel like getting it
Getting to the money man I feel like getting it
Feel like getting it, feel like getting it

No snakes, no jakes
I'm icy like a wedding cake
And if you don't love the mob
Suckers better hate
You super fake like Iron Man in a leather cape
I need my cheddar straight
Need a rubber band or I'm Warren G I'm finna regulate
Potato and H like Bobby J's
Teardrops in caskets
Clear choppers automatics
Thug status, fuck faggots
Slugs, maggots
Cotton loafing I'ma dump at it
Thug mashing with my thug passion
My verse heavy like Huey Newton
For his better or worse
I'm here shooting on my courts
I'm diverse with my nine verse
Sour patch straight lemon head
It's a lime burst
My last name Graves you'll die first
Riding around with my heat cocked
Drop top on my T-top
Ain't tripping on your little bitch
I'll gas you up like a red fox

Wake up in the morning man I feel like gettin it
I'm off up in these streets and man I feel like getting it
Getting to the money man I feel like getting it
Feel like getting it, feel like getting it
Wake up in the morning man I feel like gettin it
I'm off up in these streets and man I feel like getting it
Getting to the money man I feel like getting it
Feel like getting it, feel like getting it