[Chorus x4]
I woke up this mornin'
Feelin' like that n***a
Feelin' like that n***a
Feelin' like that n***a

[Verse 1: Goldie Glo]
Man my life is roses, all my jewels is rose gold
Pimpin' on another level, I don't fuck with broke hoes
Smooth player, dark fade
Making sure my part straight
Mac daddy, clean specs
Bitch I don't need no dark shades
I woke up this mornin', feelin' like that n***a
First I brush my jibbs, face the man in the mirror
Maybe I'm a narcisist
I'm suffering from narcissism, that carpe diem
Sipping champagne in the apartment, having a menagin'
Open eyes on my goods, keep yo lean, I keep my woods
Direspect I'll make a scene, fuck with n***as in my hood
Everybody running wild, a hundred mouths running foul
Gettin' drunk, puffin loud, n***a I don't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't with Mercedes I'd be fucking Keisha
Right up on the project roof, we call it pebble beach
I use to play the benches and watch the players ball
Damn time flies because the tables turn and now n***as gotta watch me floss