Wake Up ft. Bunji Lyrics

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb

I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy

You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb

What's that I don't know, still balling on my own

Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home

Locked in my zone, no option for slowness

I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb

I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy

You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb

What's that I don't know, still balling on my own

Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home

Locked in my zone, no option for slowness

I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul

It's honestly hysterical I'm on a fucking roll

You swear to me you care for me you lying out your skull

I'm attracted to the money like it's a magnetic pull

I'm addicted to the stunting while the blunts are being rolled

Smoke a bowl with your girl then I fuck her by the pool

They be trying to stop me they keep on watching my moves

You know I'm not even human I think I spawned on the moon

That's why I'm flying to the money in my fucking space coupe

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb

I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy

You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb

What's that I don't know, still balling on my own

Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home

Locked in my zone, no option for slowness

I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul

Hold up, little bitch I'm going ghost

I just pulled up in a scat that bitch will watch it like the pope

I'm with Kid Sah, feel like Yeezy and Jov

Cuz these pussies just watching while we coming for the throne

I been making money moves stacking up my dough

When I pull up to the function all they jaws is on the floor

You been sideline watching while I'm trying to run the globe

Tripping acid on a G5 on the way to Tokyo

Let me, switch it up like Nintendo

Smoking strong bitch I'm blowing on indo

Five percent tint you can't see up in my windows

Tryna hit me up but I can't hear them through the headphones

Cuz if you ain't talking money then my answer is no

Never stopping at red lights cuz green's all I know

I'm bout to blow, they keep calling my phone

I just decline then recline then keep blowing smoke

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb

I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy

You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb

What's that I don't know, still balling on my own

Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home

Locked in my zone, no option for slowness

I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul