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First thing when I wake up I say my prayers, then I blaze up A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up Morning pretty with no make up, yup Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K. Got both my phones with me, hear me if it's 'bout some cake Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age I'm polar, I'm frozen I'm golden, my name say That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday Mucho loco, if you grind for the mane' Get some shine for your mane', but that money just ain't going away To rhyme for your mane', take your bitch to roll up something This shit ride for your mane', otherwise you gotta kick that ho Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain't happen Homie that don't make no sense Niggas on the side be stacking, never tape a brick And we treat this shit just like it's trapping And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength Of the scent, or what I just lit but I would never pass it SongtexteFirst thing when I wake up I say my prayers, then I blaze up Get dressed sharp as a razor And then it's back to getting cake bruh' Oh mary, mary, mary Oh mary, mary, mary Oh mary, mary, mary Oh mary, mary, mary Aus Songtexte Mania