24k ft. GUTTA Lyrics

(J-I-Double D-Y)

(I'm from out the Gutta, middle finger, zone 6)

I don't care who don't like me, better say it though

Cuzzo got a zip of that, gotta weigh it though

Why they playing both sides? I'll never know

Til' I put em front line, that'll kill em slow

Fucked the shit up that I had, back to square one

I don't really trust shit, and I fear none

Everybody got a switch, ain't no real ones

Everybody born to win, but ain't win none

Throw a lil cash, shorty she gon bend it over

Paranoid when I'm out so I don't smoke klovers

Pour a double cup, shit it make me talk slower

She keep saying I'm the problem, so I blocked shorty

Money wake me up, I been up since 9:40

Gotta give you to the streets, it's your time shorty

He ain't really on shit, he keep lying shorty

And you know you been the shit, you a dime shorty

Niggas quick to fake the funk, man that shit corny

Told them niggas be yourself, you'll win some

I got niggas in the field tryna end some

Where the hoes at? Yeah, I'm tryna strike some

My bitch bad & boujee, she don't ever want none

All these hoes they be broke, tryna find someone

Gotta slimy hoe, she be tryna line someone

And my ex super friendly, she be lying to you

Every time I'm not beat, she be crying to you

I lost niggas to the streets, got my mind tortured

I'm not tryna play the streets, I'm tryna go corporate

Tryna see a hundred thou, split it with my daughter

I know she gon ride with me, she my only one

Gotta keep God with me, look what I've become

You might think I'm not on it, I'm just playing dumb

She keep taking Henny shots, with a Dusse punch

Money wake me up

Money wake me up

Money wake me up

Money wake me up

Money wake me up

Money wake me up

Money wake me up

Money wake me up