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Wake Up Lyrics - Singles - Trae Tha Truth

Wake up, wake up 

Nigga, it's the first of the month 

Pay up, pay up 

Buying all the drugs that you want 

Wake up, wake up 

Nigga, it's the first of the month 

Pay up, pay up 

Buying everything that I want 

 

Moving ceiling but how long 

Before these niggas try to G on their own 

Now I'm moving ceiling but how long 

 

Before these niggas stop trying to G on their own 

 

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So we in debt with the devil's daughter 

Re-up this first quarter 

Prices they going lower 

This shipment fresh out the border 

Yeah bitch I got it cheaper 

Pumping just like a speaker 

Hood say these niggas jacking 

I lay 'em down like a sleeper 

Kill this shit like the reaper 

Trap finals, I'm a sweeper 

Plus that shit you got weaker 

I'm hands-on trying to freak her 

Buried off in this bottle 

What you need bitch, I got 'em 

Here that shit bitch, I got 'em 

Don't worry about it bitch, I got 'em 

Carpooling with this work 

I'm on this clock bitch, I work 

Where them grimy niggas play in dirt 

With something tucked in this shirt 

The first and fifteenth I'm collecting these checks 

 

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Fuck if you a smoker or a hustler, just give me my checks 

 

Yeah, wake up, wake up, nigga it's the first of the month 

Just call me Pusha T, I get you anything that you want 

 

I just can't leave this white bitch 

My Cubans cut my mic switch 

Loaded all up in my garage 

YG say it might fit 

Yeah, I got Whitney hostage 

I got Bobby working 

I got Screw jacked up 

I only talk in person 

Count this money like the bank 

I'm trapping, what the fuck you think? 

Inhale this loud up its dank 

This gas, I ain't talking tanks 

Top ten, I ain't talking ranks 

650, I could get your drank 

Look nigga, not no alcohol 

That Texas shit that make you faint 

Then I hit the NY with French 

Did 305 with Ross 

Then I hit the hood and took off 

Shit, other than that, I get lost 

I'm an H-Town bill collector 

Anytime you lay this over 

Look bitch, I practice work religionblueprintthem like Hova 

Call me trapper man, I take it where the fuck others don't 

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