#Takeoff ft. Woo Dinero Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Woke up feeling great how I'm finna start the day

Taking shots, do it straight, smelling looking great

I got it on me, on me

On me

On me

On me

On me

On me

I got it on me you is not homie, you is a Jabroni

I'm stuck with the whoadies you is Mick Foley, she got a 40

I'm up in my bag they copy my swag, I gotta pop all the tags

I'm driving so fast doing the dash, no I cannot finish last

I'm sipping this purple this pink

That shit it help me go think

She want to invite me then link

She wanted my physical piece

Her feet in the sand yeah a beach

She might be my type just like peach

I might just go buy her a ring

We like the lord of the rings (Mama)

Woke up feeling great how I'm finna start the day

Taking shots, do it straight, smelling looking great

I got it on me, on me

On me

On me

On me

On me

On me

Woke up feeling great how I'm finna start the day

Taking shots, do it straight, smelling looking great

I got it on me, on me

On me

On me

On me

On me

On me

Taking shots back to back quitting

I'll never that got a geeker for a mission

I make a beat it get beat to submission

Now my Feezy won't make it past entrance

Pour up straight rap about my day to day

Why would I quit

I'm in the booth 3 am you ain't shit

That's why bad bitches help me piss

Shitting on niggas you can check the killstreak

Money cabbage it's spicy like Kimchi

I text her phone and I know she come over

Back in school I had nudes on my flip Motorola

Been had it on me

It ain't shit you can loan me

Main dish Macaroni

She said she freaky I told her come show me

Woke up feeling great how I'm finna start the day

Taking shots, do it straight, smelling looking great

I got it on me, on me

On me

On me

On me

On me

On me

Woke up feeling great how I'm finna start the day

Taking shots, do it straight, smelling looking great

I got it on me, on me

On me

On me

On me

On me

On me