Wake Em Up

What these nigga talkin' 'bout, man? (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Yeah, yeah Yes, sir, ooh Whoo, whoo, whoo I had to wake 'em up just like a lil' bit of coffee Gettin' this chicken, it's salty, brushed the haters off me I run up 'em bands, Patek or Lamb', there ain't no shittin' on me The Richie a 'Rari, homie, with the racks, I'm never lonely I did a show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the bitch, she do the most I put Chanel on my ho, I bought Rollies for the bros Yeah (whoo), yeah (whoo), yeah (whoo), yeah White toes for her feet, had to wake 'em up, they was sleep Don't play with me I done told niggas not to play with me (told niggas not to play with me) I'm the one, nigga, not the two, I could boss up like a suit (suit) Assistant better not snooze (better not snooze, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ridin' 'round with them bands on me Nigga switched up, nigga changed on me (changed) For the fame and all of the chains on me, R.I.P. to Rich Homie You get lit then they on yo' dick (your dick), my bitch, she slim and thick (and thick) I've been juggin' since a jit (jugg), a nigga hit the plug with the counterfeit (yeah) They be tryna go pop, nigga, just drop, bitch wanna lick my wrist (my wrist) Turn on the stove, I'm back in the kitchen, I'm whippin' a brick (a brick) I got the dough like fresh out the pan, young nigga duckin' Uncle Sam (Sam) I was broke like cookin' Spam, now I'm rich, I whip the Lamb' (whoo) I had to wake 'em up just like a lil' bit of coffee Gettin' this chicken, it's salty, brushed the haters off me I run up 'em bands, Patek or Lamb', there ain't no shittin' on me The Richie a 'Rari, homie, with the racks, I'm never lonely I did a show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the bitch, she do the most I put Chanel on my ho, I bought Rollies for the bros Yeah (whoo), yeah (whoo), yeah (whoo), yeah White toes for her feet, had to wake 'em up, they was sleep I can't lose The one not the two Yeah, yeah, yeah