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In The Morning Lyrics - Money & Liquor - Chrishan

Count the money up in the morning 

Just a young nigga getting money in the morning 

Uh, in the morning 

I wake up, in the morning (in the morning) 

Brush them haters off, in the morning 

Yeah. In the morning (in the morning) 

Yeah. In the morning (in the morning) 

Pour it up, pour another drink 

Tell me how it taste, Niggas hate 

We know what it is, They know what it ain't 

Blowing dank, I might take your bitch 

Fuck her on a mink, Oh no wait 

I might take yo bitch, feed her to the team 

Bottles in the cooler, Models be from Aruba 

Got medulla out in Cuba 

Niggas think it's a rumor 

Til I pull up in the martin 

Stuntin' like we do ah, Girls on me 

I'm ready to give it to em' 

Hit the cool meet em' at the pool 

Million dollar views 

50 girls back up in the room, Blowing down the flo 

Jacked up see me double cupped, Everything in 2′s 

Never lose kings never lose, Shawty what it do 

Throw it up baby hit the flo 

I'll make the merry go down down 

Show me how you want it, Baby row that boat 

Pour da mo for all these bitch niggas forever fakin 

Now dat I'm famous all these women stay forever naked 

Money by the 'cino, Bitches from Puerto Rico 

Shots of the henny wash me down with that greyho 

Just a young nigga with a dream from the ghetto 

Now I fuck bad bitches while they scream in the pillow 

Hit the cool meet em' at the pool 

Million dollar views 

50 girls back up in the room, Blowing down the flo 

Jacked up see me double cupped, Everything in 2′s 

Never lose kings never lose, Shawty what it do 

I said I wake up in the morning 

Something round 2 O' clock 

Bout to do it big nigga you could say I do a lot 

Boom still loud boutta turn into a monsta 

Middle finger up to everybody that mocked us 

Now I'm on everybody roster 

Higher than rasta 

I ain't even conscious 

All that cheap talk I don't even pay attention 

We don't hold money baby 

Let it burn like a incense stem 

Close to my dreams 

I could feel it in inches 

I'm a half skinned and paid 

Like I'm living off a pension 

Like a episode of maid 

Yeah my life is like a TV show 

Up in the morning 

You can call me a cereal... killer 

 

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