Melan - O.T.W
YeahMélan
Off the Wake Up
I got young fine niggas
Popping them thangs
Popping them thangs
Popping them thangs
I got young fine niggas
Popping them thangs
Popping them thangs
Popping them thangs
Fly New Yorker
Got the wings on me
Money gonna go
Ha, ha crazy
Cash rules
Y'all know what I mean
This shawty always going hard on the scene
This shawty always going hard for her dreams
This shawty always going off by any means
Always stand tall
Never fall
That's never me
(Never me)
Throw me off the paper
I'd be your savior
Put me in the game
I'm the hall of famer
Knock to your internals
In my favor
Jodi rolling up the fronto
And it's flavored
Oh, I've been playing for a long, long time
Now I think it's time for me grind
Get the big house and the big ol yacht
Take my momma
Anywhere she wanna shop
Take my pops
To the boats he can have the yard
My bros could have anything
they have my heart
We going to be good
Man I swear to god
1 and 2 and 3 and 4
I'm gonna get that money, uh
They gonna see it
They gonna see it
Off the wake up bitch
Written by:
Milan Chaney
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