In The Mornin'

(专辑： Finally Famous Vol. 3: BIG - 2010)

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I'm twistin up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough

[YG:]
Wake up in the morning
For my bitch she fuck me back
After I nut she clean it up and the we count a stack
If you were around the corner
You could probably hear her moaning
I wake the neighbors up
Cause I fucking every morning
I'm a mutha fuckin gangsta
Got some straps up in the closet
In these streets is beef
So I keep the duce in my pocket
Even tho I'm on probation
Keep the blunt in rotation
Smoking some fire
Got it from my connect and he Jamaican
I'm just tryin to make a dolla outta 15 cents
So I hit the block
And straight pimp me a bitch, uh
My daddy told me nigga get it how you live
So it's Money over bitches
Nigga that's just what it is
Keepin it G til I die
To these bitches I lie
Walk out the mall
Looking so flyyyyyy
All I know my bank account
Got long ass digits
California weed
Counting cheese
Fuckin bad bitches

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I'm twistin up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough

[Big Krit:]
I'm tired talkin early morning fucking
Bed side sucking
Why you turnin on ya oven
I was pullin out and bustin on her
Back never in her cat
Never in between
If you gotta
Superbad bitch like mine
Shawty know what I mean
I'm talking slob on my nob like a pro
Zonin... blowing
She might never let it got
On the low
She's a very freaky girl
Don't say no to daddy
She get wet when I swang [?]
Dump it in my Cadi
She built like a thoroughbred
Ride like a glass house
Push on the pillow
She shake and shiver
And mad shy
Breakfast and champagne
Band and ass and titties
Kush and orange juice
Serving up and hella pimpin

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I'm twisting up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough

[Big Sean:]
Yea I wake up with hard dick
And the bitch you was dreaming about
She wake up to the realest nigga
That all of these hoes is dreaming about
I walk in the bank, I'm cleaning it out
Jewelry store I'm gleaming it out
I'm smacking these hoes
And then in skeet on their blouse
You keep your own homes
I'm just leasing them out
WESTSIDE!
And I don't mean the fuckin coast
She screaming B.I.G
But it ain't no fuckin ghost
The hoes that turned you down
Is the ones I fuck the most
I'm burning all this bread
So we might as well fuckin toast
Man these niggas looking at me
Like they hoes or something
Ya'll are barely touching green
Ya'll are holes in one
These niggas is hoeing cause
Damnit life's a slut
But I bust a nut
And it's no wonder why all
These niggas look like my oldest son
Too me say it ain't
And that ghetto ass dealer man
Lighting purple haze you would of thought
I was chillin with Killa Cam
Goin around and around
And around and around
This shit it feelin like ceiling flans
I feel the hands feelin in my pants
Like "shut the fuck up hoe
And get in this van",
I wake up

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I'm twistin up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough