FRESH OUT THE BED Lyrics

I get it, I'm fresh out the bed

Aiming It right at your head

Go

Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed

Yeah

Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Yeah

Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed

Yeah

Yeah, Count up the money, count up the rack

Count up the money, the rack, rack, rack

Yah

Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang

I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands

No tax, that's facts

And I need my house in glass

Money tall like a giraffe

Mr Miyagi with the staff

Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang

I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands

No tax, that's facts

And I need my house in glass

Money tall like a giraffe

Mr Miyagi with the staff

Bed, Huh huh

Ay

Get It, Im Fresh out the bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Huh

I get it, im fresh out the bed

Aiming It right at your head

Go

Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Muhammad Ali with the bag

Get It by any means not only rap, yeah

I got some guap to stash

I pull up on banks and draw the cash, yeah

Stack it in mattresses, these niggas actresses

Yea-huh

They want the lavish shit but they aint worked for it

Sipping on activist, im on some savage shit

Uh-huh

I'm on some cracker shit, whipping they back and shit

Uh-huh

I am immaculate, feed them like Kaepernick

Yeah-huh

This ain't no capping bitch

I'm preaching, evangelist

Yeah-huh

Eenie meanie minie mo

Getting money on the low

I would never let anyone I know die broke

Yeah the blow up taking time i gotta see em die slow

Life is all about chance so I let the dice roll

Yeah I bet it all on a six and four

Fuck them all, I dont pick up they calls

I'm at large you should call up the law

With the Bars im a prisoner daug

Damn Don, why you killing em all

They tampon, they juh pussy thats all

Thee niggas aint making no money at all

I don't feel the pain im juh brushing it off

Colgate smile for the haters, she suck so good im brainless

Chilling on the corner and they looked at us like failures

Smoke up on every show so I keep the paraphernalia

Everywhere I go, niggas know the fucken alias

Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang

I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands

No tax, that's facts

And I need my house in glass

Money tall like a giraffe

Mr Miyagi with the staff

Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang

I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands

No tax, that's facts

And I need my house in glass

Money tall like a giraffe

Mr Miyagi with the staff