Bleu Cheese Lyrics - Nick Grant

La ladi ladi la 

You know it 

Hey 

Mario! 

I wake up, and get in my bag 

I count up my cash 

I pray up my soul (my soul) 

Then go and get more (more yeah) 

I wake up, and get in my bag (my bag) 

My bitches so bad 

I hit it soon as I, soon as I 

I wake up, and get in my bag 

I count up my cash 

I pray up my soul (my soul) 

Then go and get more (more yeah) 

I wake up, get right in my bag 

I dream about racks 

I gotta get it as soon as I wake up 

I wake up 

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You done fell in love with the bad guy 

Tell em I ain't nothing like your last guy 

Feeling like Harden with the stash spot 

Hit her like Ricky with the backshots (Ricky!) 

Looking for a way out, so you know I bought a crib way out 

You know a young nigga bout the dough boy 

I'm so real when I let the Tre out 

Yeah, put that on gang, better yet, let me put you on game 

The way this little bitch take D, I call that shit stealing my slang 

Fuckboy, I'm still in my bag 

A nigga can't stop flipping this cash 

Got the glow and the pimping in my genes 

If it's it, then I'm all on the ass 

Bout the green like Jimmy with the mask 

Pulling off and I gotta do the dash 

Still you only getting money for the cab 

Mike Jack' moonwalk for a bag 

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I wake up, and get in my bag 

I count up my cash 

I pray up my soul (my soul) 

Then go and get more (more yeah) 

I wake up, and get in my bag (my bag) 

My bitches so bad 

I hit it soon as I, soon as I 

I wake up, and get in my bag 

I count up my cash 

I pray up my soul (my soul) 

Then go and get more (more yeah) 

I wake up, get right in my bag 

I dream about racks 

I gotta get it as soon as I wake up 

I wake up 

Tell me why my ex keep blowing me 

Swear a nigga momma used to warn me 

I'mma make the killing, get the coroner 

Like its prime time on the corner 

Fucking with the plug, we connected 

You know I blew cheese how I'm dressing 

How they got the white-white jumping out the pot 

Somebody need to go an talk to Wesley 

All my niggas is the realest, all you niggas in your feelings 

Cop a feel, I hit the ceiling 

Oh, there's been a disappearance 

Oh, you wish you had this willpower, getting jiggy with it with it 

I'm that nigga, who ain't the realest, shit I'm offended 

Tint on the window, bitch mind your business 

She gon' shake ass, she gon' bounce them titties (yeah hoe!) 

That pussy roud as a golden penny 

And these niggas tell on they co-defendants 

Catch you slipping while you on the move 

Sorry, I might need a quote from Menace 

Eyes popping out the coupe nigga 

I'm coming strong as a bowl of spinach 

Never ever waste time, when you devoted just go and get it 

Wait 

I wake up, and get in my bag 

I count up my cash 

I pray up my soul (my soul) 

Then go and get more (more yeah) 

I wake up, and get in my bag (my bag) 

My bitches so bad 

I hit it soon as I, soon as I 

I wake up, and get in my bag 

I count up my cash 

I pray up my soul (my soul) 

Then go and get more (more yeah) 

I wake up, get right in my bag 

I dream about racks 

I gotta get it as soon as I wake up 

I wake up