DUG-G - Wake N' Bake

Get money baby, get money
All these bitches wanna marry me
But I ain't lookin' for love
I'm in love with the money
Yeah, gettin' rich is the only motto homie
Bitch just roll a fat blunt for me
Yeah yeah yeah

Nice morning J
The right way to start the day
Man I just wanna get paid
I'm just gonna rap
Ain't got time to wait
Swear, soon you'll get to know my name
I might go get laid
These bitchez will do anything for money and fame
I will go Jordan on yo' ass, with the fade away
Tired of livin' with fake, for fuck sake
Spittin' shit is just a piece of cake
I'm comin' up, keep gonna wake n' bake
Ain't nothing wrong with tryna' get paid
Doesn't matter LA or The Bay
It happens every May
It's the Cali way
Haters always got something to say
From Turkey but know about them Cali Days
I'm gonna make it big soon but till then
Imma keep rollin' some more fuckin' J's
Yeah, Bitch

Swishers, raw papers, backwoods
I don't really care
Just roll me somethin' fat
That shit makes me feel good             
Puts me in a chill mood
Ain't nothing wrong with comin' from the hood
If you ain't worried, then you should
Ain't no places for bitchez in brotherhood, hey
Swishers, raw papers, backwoods
I don't really care
Just roll me somethin' fat
That shit makes me feel good          
Puts me in a chill mood
Ain't nothing wrong with comin' from the hood
If you ain't worried, then you should
Ain't no places for bitchez in brotherhood
Yeah, Bitch bitch bitch

Blaze that shit up, don't ask questions
I don't know shit, still new to this bitch
I just wanna rap and get rich
Put me on the pitch
Imma turn into Messi in this bitch
Lemme drop some shit
Listen to me, I'm a genius
I ain't Jesus, sorry for the inconvenience
I need some more realness
I've been sleepless
Day after day, doin the same shit
Rappin' restless
Gettin high and reckless
Weakness is needless
Yo teacher, fuck your thesis
Imma go spit some bars
And make my own statement
Tryna' have an early retirement
People, I ain't need your judgement
Just watch and keep payin' attention
I'm gonna get rich
And rule a nation
I'll be Tony Montana in this bitch
Livin' in a mansion
Ladies, please get the fuck off my dick
Sit back relax, smoke and chill
Homie don't you know that
Bitchez ain't shit
Yeah, Bitch, Fuck you

Swishers, raw papers, backwoods
I don't really care
Just roll me somethin' fat
That shit makes me feel good
Puts me in a chill mood
Ain't nothing wrong with comin' from the hood
If you ain't worried, then you should
Ain't no places for bitchez in brotherhood, hey
Swishers, raw papers, backwoods
I don't really care
Just roll me somethin' fat
That shit makes me feel good            
Puts me in a chill mood
Ain't nothing wrong with comin' from the hood
If you ain't worried, then you should
Ain't no places for bitchez in brotherhood

You know what I mean, yeah

Written by:
Mustafa Dağcı

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