[Intro]
Hello (You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy)
Yessir (BanBwoi)
How you doing?
Okay (BlackJack Production)
Woah, woah, woah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Chorus]
I wake up high, get fresh, then jump out the plane
Bad bitches on me
OG throw the salute every time I’m doing my thing
Young n***a in the hood got money like Meech
Thick ho begging me to take her out to eat
I'm designer down all the way to my feet
I got some money every day this week
I got so up now I can't sleep
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Hell, yes, fuck, yes, bitch, yes, hell
Am I getting money? Of course
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, hell, yes, fuck, yes
Yes, yes
[Verse]
Yes, I want that money first before we get too deep involved She asked me what I want for Christmas, I told her that, "I needed it all"
I start off my day with a pound of exotic
I don’t need none lil' n***a, I got it
Before I was rapping my bag, I was wrapping narcotics
Free all my n***as stuck behind the wall
Shout out my n***as that trap out the loft
Yes, she go for the gang if he was asking
No, this Glock on my hip, not fashion
Yes, I'm a lil' high fake tipsy
I work with that .40, I could sign to Drizzy
I want some money, this bitch, she keep on talking about Givenchy
RIP Nipsey, I stand on my ten, I'ma be this way 'til I turn sixty
I have the power like Curtis, I told the promoter I need a bag in all fifties
I told my bitch that she got a star like Misty
I swear these rat n***as turning to DJs, nowadays they too mixy

[Chorus]
I wake up high, get fresh, then jump out the plane
Bad bitches on me
OG throw the salute every time I'm doing my thing
Young n***a in the hood got money like Meech
Thick ho begging me to take her out to eat
I'm designer down all the way to my feet
I got some money every day this week
I got so up now I can’t sleep
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Hell, yes, fuck, yes, bitch, yes, hell
Am I getting money? Of course
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, hell, yes, fuck, yes
Yes, yes