Wake Up ft. Cert Lyrics
- Genre:Soul
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Gotta get right
Wake up (Wake up)
Wake up (Wake up)
Gotta get right (Get right to the bag)
Gotta get right
Gotta get right to it
Gotta get right
This your alarm clock aye
Wake up (Wake up)
Wake up (Wake up)
Gotta get right
(Cook you some food, go to the gym)
Gotta get right
Get right to the bag
Get right to the cash
Ooh girl you look good
Girl shake yo' ass
Get right to the bag
Get right to the cash
Ooh girl you look good
(Girl shake yo' ass)
Get right to the bag
You can't stay sleep
Get right to the cash
You can't stay sleep
Get rich all week
(Get rich all week, get rich all week)
Wake up, Wake up
Wake up (Wake up)
Wake up (Wake up)
Gotta get right (Get right to the bag)
Gotta get right
Gotta get right to it
Gotta get right
This your alarm clock aye
Wake up (Wake up)
Wake up (Wake up)
Gotta get right
Cook you some food, go to the gym
Gotta get right
Cause I'm working on me
That's who I'm working on
Top gun like I'm og
Playing Pete I'm gone no donda
2 for 2 on bars
Switch my pen like I push too hard
Love that private life
I'm shining
Taking care of me
With no eyes in yuh
Gotta get right
Gotta take time
Know you for you
Not everybody will like what you do
I put work in
So I can throw the bills
She twerks in
And she shake that ass
Cause she know she fine
Gonna make her rich
Blow it all in a night like
Blow it all in a night like
I got a whole lotta zero's
Call me Robert Dinero
Shot through like a arrow
I'm a king like a Pharoah
I just wake up like this spirit dripped all my runes
Gold this, gold that, want this go through my goons
Slide on every beat I'm just that guy, dude
So fly, you look up at night that's my moon
Had to get right got somewhere to be
Can't stop the bag ain't fuckin with me
Wake up and get it that's 100P
Wake up, more than 100 G's
Grind gotta pay off all the fees
Wrist gotta freeze, I'm tryna ski
Gotta walk around throwin' all the cash
Foot on they neck, I'm on they ass
Snatch out the breaks, stompin' on the gas
Fuck it we ball, throw me the pass