[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Uh, Top of the mornin', it's very important, we pour up a four after snorin'
I get the top and she wanna record it, I never say, "No", that's boring
I pop the molly pill for real, in thirty-five minutes, we soarin'
Geeked up, my teeth twitchering gums, I'm one of them ones
I need a son, I'm tired of teaching these niggas who ain't my seed
I know I'm blood, but I get head instead whenever you bleed
Top of the mornin', babygirl, get up, get out my house
This the crib of dreams, millionaires sleep on my couch
All we really got is us, lil' brother, we all we need
Play yo' part, we'll reign supreme, just follow in my lead (Uh)
I think these nigga scared of us, brother, they gon' meet they maker
In Jamaica, twenty-some years old with twenty hoes, it's perfect
Had a purpose, since I bless the surface, obviously I'm worth it
When I'm workin', don't distract the process, let the master focus
Pay attention, all them dish out bullshit, every word is bogus
You hear me brother? I know you knew that already, I knew you know this
Still with Play-In, it's ours, show me how you sew it
How you gon' spend all yo' M's when it's yo' time? I'm curious
How I up eight whips, three cribs, four M's, and ice, and I'm broke?
That shit got me furious, niggas could be so dumb
Too meticulous, all my hoes write my name on they toes
I'm not ridiculous, very superstitious, all my cars updated
Sipped a sixth, now I feel sedated, I think my hoes related
Out in Vegas with my OG, we finna blow a baby
Spent the average amount it cost to raise a child on a Mercedes
(Damn)
Uh, Top of the mornin', it's very important, we pour up a four after snorin'
I get the top and she wanna record it, I never say, "No", that's boring
I pop the molly pill for real, in thirty-five minutes, we soarin'
Geeked up, my teeth twitchering gums, I'm one of them ones
I need a son, I'm tired of teaching these niggas who ain't my seed
I know I'm blood, but I get head instead whenever you bleed
Top of the mornin', babygirl, get up, get out my house
This the crib of dreams, millionaires sleep on my couch
All we really got is us, lil' brother, we all we need
Play yo' part, we'll reign supreme, just follow in my lead (Uh)
I think these nigga scared of us, brother, they gon' meet they maker
In Jamaica, twenty-some years old with twenty hoes, it's perfect
Had a purpose, since I bless the surface, obviously I'm worth it
When I'm workin', don't distract the process, let the master focus
Pay attention, all them dish out bullshit, every word is bogus
You hear me brother? I know you knew that already, I knew you know this
Still with Play-In, it's ours, show me how you sew it
How you gon' spend all yo' M's when it's yo' time? I'm curious
How I up eight whips, three cribs, four M's, and ice, and I'm broke?
That shit got me furious, niggas could be so dumb
Too meticulous, all my hoes write my name on they toes
I'm not ridiculous, very superstitious, all my cars updated
Sipped a sixth, now I feel sedated, I think my hoes related
Out in Vegas with my OG, we finna blow a baby
Spent the average amount it cost to raise a child on a Mercedes
(Damn)
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