6am Lyrics

6am In the Morning

I'm tryna get a Bag

Early bird get the Worm

That's Y these niggaz Mad

Like I need to slow down

I be moving Fast

Like ion want the bitch

If she ain't got no Ass

An I like to hit to Gas

When I see the Cash

An I'm ina foreign whip

I'm feelin like the Flash

An I like a foreign bitch

With a lot cash

Need a bitch match my style

Cuz I be getting bags

We dem Yung money boyz

We be touching racks

Told the bitch to listen up

Cuz I be speaking facts

I ever gave you a dollar

Bitch I need it back

I be lookin at my money

Like it's running track

Relay race pass the pole

Guess it's coming back

An ion want no bitch

That be smokin blacks

Like I'm tryna get a bitch

that's gone throw it back

Or a bitch rub my back

An know how to act

Cuz we dem Yung Money Boyz

We get a lot of that

You know dem niggaz got scared

When we double back

An free my Nigga out the Pin

We need to get him back

Cuz when my Nigga get home

When finna get some Cats

We be ballin for a while

Nigga check the stats

Got damn cause it's like

A monkey on my back

Niggaz moving too careless

Nigga watch them hats

We gone pull up in Them hells

Y'all pulled up in scats

An We just pulled up w they bitches

They not getting em back

Like a bad lil bitch

But was An she throwing it back

An the bitch look better

While she holdin these racks

Baller belly like she

Never Ben Fuckin w fats

We smokin good like she

Never been smokin these bats

I'm dedicated like a Nigga

Just focused on racks

The cookie man like a Nigga

Just flipping these packs

An I just took a Nigga chain

He not getting it back

Bro just Wacked a Nigga brain

Nigga think about that

Cuz we just poured the whole 8

Y'all not drinking like that

Niggaz playing wit name

Like this shit a game

Yung money but I ain't talking

About no lil Wayne

Get money cuz that's the

Main objective of the game

Like how u out here suckin dick

But you don't know his name

Like how these niggaz sell they soul Just for the fuckin fame

Like I'm finna Run it up I do it for my name

Like Nigga me and you different

We don't think the same

An I been running in the field

Till my ankle sprained

An like bitch my name is Prince

But ain't no purple rain

Like I'm ina foreign whip an

I'm switching lanes

And I'm moving so swift and

I'm dodging these lames

Like we gone hit em legs

Till he need a cane

An Bitch think I'm Spider-Man but

You not Mary Jane

An disloyalty cross my trust

And ion love the same

Aye

I said An disloyalty cross my trust

And ion love the same

An Bitch think I'm Spider-Man but

you not Mary Jane