5 A.M Lyrics

GAWDY gang records

Wake up, money on my mind

If it ain't a dollar I ain't got the Time

Sixty dollars for a three five

I don't know if you want to get This high

Opps hating that I'm living fine

I just tell em go and get in line

Hit his bitch for the first time

It was so good, I had to hit it twice

Until five in the morning, I wake up To play after play after play

You would think I'm coaching Football games

Out in the field everyday

Broke niggas think they can talk

You know what I always say

Get the fuck up out my face

And carry on about your day

I ain't come to make no friends

Two seats when I'm pulling in

Like a chef how I cook this bitch

Culinary arts and shit

Tell the opp I just fucked his bitch

On every motherfucking dish

Ex bitch said I wouldn't be Nothing

Had me laughing like a bitch

I just pulled up to the opps job

And copped me some chicken Strips

I just had to let them niggas know What being capped out really is

Was the shit in high school

Graduated, now you ain't shit

Remember they said I ain't shit

Until that money started speaking For me

Wake up, money on my mind

If it ain't a dollar I ain't got the Time

Sixty dollars for a three five

I don't know if you want to get This high

Opps hating that I'm living fine

I just tell em go and get in line

Hit his bitch for the first time

It was so good, I had to hit it twice