Letras
Yeah, woah-oh-oh
Woah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Just woke up 6 AM
It's 6 AM, smoking spliffs, made five bands and split the diff
You bought her Chanel, uh I bought her Tiff's
Fresh to death, bitches tryna take a whiff
These boys be heavy cappin, yeah they be holding shift
I be swigging vodka, yeah I'm on my fifth
Living in the present cause my life is a gift
Feelings start to shift, we at Vegas counting chips
Bitches wanna flick, these not Converse, these some Ricks
Distance from these women, they got me losing focus
Always blast my shit, got nice bass inside my Lotus
AP, it be presidential, swear I could be POTUS
My choppa gon sing, yeah like Otis
Yeah, guess who wrote this
It's Jay phantom baby, this shit be helping with the coping
If I'm making music, then I'm most likely toking
Think I need a towel cause my wrist it be soaking
Stars up on the roof, I can see Orion
I can't trust these bitches, cause bitches always lying (yeah, woah)
That pussy is fierce, mane, fierce like a lion (ooh)
Flew up to the islands, fucked a bitch, she was Hawaiian
It's 6 AM, smoking spliffs, made five bands and split the diff
You bought her Chanel, uh I bought her Tiff's
Fresh to death, bitches tryna take a whiff
These boys be heavy cappin, yeah they be holding shift
I be swigging vodka, yeah I'm on my fifth
Living in the present cause my life is a gift (my life is a gift)
Feelings start to shift, we at Vegas counting chips (we counting chips)
Bitches wanna flick, these not Converse, these some Ricks
Yeah 6 AM, in the morning and I'm up
That's yo bitch, so boring, I don't give a fuck
She just top me off in the tour bus
She said "I'm a whore" and there's like four of us (there's like four of us)
7 AM, in the morning, making bread
Who am I, kidding if it's 7, I'll be getting head
Who am I, kidding when I told her I don't want her friend
And who am I, kidding when I told her I won't leave your ass your read
And I don't think you realize what you did to me
Are you listening
I think I had an epiphany that you were dissing me
And you know I got the recipe
I can give you only half my heart, and not the rest of me
You can't get the best of me
It's 6 AM, smoking spliffs, made five bands and split the diff
You bought her Chanel, uh I bought her Tiff's
Fresh to death, bitches tryna take a whiff
These boys be heavy cappin, yeah they be holding shift (it's Jay, it's Jay Phantom woah)
I be swigging vodka, yeah I'm on my fifth
Living in the present cause my life is a gift
Feelings start to shift, we at Vegas counting chips
Bitches wanna flick, these not Converse, these some Ricks
Yeah
Ooh
Yeah, woah