
M.O.E. Tyga (Ft. Natasha Mosley & Wiz Khalifa)
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[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Wake up in the morning feelin' so damn good, oh man music’s so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches, and you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it
I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains
And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink
Couple bad bitches, they just want VIP
You played her fo real? Don’t bring her around me
Got girls left up in the backseat
Runnin like track meet, that’s me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, then she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don’t lose sleep
Man I...
Wake up in the morning feelin' so damn good, oh man music’s so good to me
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches, and you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it
I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains
And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink
Couple bad bitches, they just want VIP
You played her fo real? Don’t bring her around me
Got girls left up in the backseat
Runnin like track meet, that’s me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, then she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don’t lose sleep
Man I...
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