[Chorus: French Montana]
Wake up, wake up
N***a, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying all the drugs that you want
Wake up, wake up
N***a, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying everything that I want
Moving ceiling but how long
Before these n***as try to G on their own
Now I'm moving ceiling but how long
Before these n***as stop trying to G on their own

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
So we in debt with the devil's daughter
Re-up this first quarter
Prices they going lower
This shipment fresh out the border
Yeah bitch I got it cheaper
Pumping just like a speaker
Hood say these n***as jacking
I lay 'em down like a sleeper
Kill this shit like the reaper
Trap finals, I'm a sweeper
Plus that shit you got weaker
I'm hands-on trying to freak her
Buried off in this bottle
What you need bitch, I got 'em
Here that shit bitch, I got 'em
Don't worry about it bitch, I got 'em
Carpooling with this work
I'm on this clock bitch, I work
Where them grimy n***as play in dirt
With something tucked in this shirt
The first and fifteenth I'm collecting these checks
Fuck if you a smoker or a hustler, just give me my checks
Yeah, wake up, wake up, n***a it's the first of the month
Just call me Pusha T, I get you anything that you want
[Chorus: French Montana]
Wake up, wake up
N***a, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying all the drugs that you want
Wake up, wake up
N***a, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying everything that I want
Moving ceiling but how long
Before these n***as try to G on their own
Now I'm moving ceiling but how long
Before these n***as stop trying to G on their own

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I just can't leave this white bitch
My Cubans cut my mic switch
Loaded all up in my garage
YG say it might fit
Yeah, I got Whitney hostage
I got Bobby working
I got Screw jacked up
I only talk in person
Count this money like the bank
I'm trapping, what the fuck you think?
Inhale this loud up its dank
This gas, I ain't talking tanks
Top ten, I ain't talking ranks
650, I could get your drank
Look n***a, not no alcohol
That Texas shit that make you faint
Then I hit the NY with French
Did 305 with Ross
Then I hit the hood and took off
Shit, other than that, I get lost
I'm an H-Town bill collector
Anytime you lay this over
Look bitch, I practice work religion blueprintthem like Hova
Call me trapper man, I take it where the fuck others don't
[Chorus: French Montana]
Wake up, wake up
N***a, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying all the drugs that you want
Wake up, wake up
N***a, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying everything that I want
Moving ceiling but how long
Before these n***as try to G on their own
Now I'm moving ceiling but how long
Before these n***as stop trying to G on their own