$NOT – Simple

Lyrics Simple – $NOT

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I wake up, all I think about is gettin’ paid
When I wake up, wake up

When I wake up, all I think about is gettin’ paid
And I don’t got a b**ch in my face playin’ games
I want money, and I can’t think about a different thing
I want money, I’ll show you how to get it different ways
I want money, I talk about that s**t everyday
And I scope it, posted with the bros in the crib
You won’t cuff a ho, even though she on my d!ck
And bro, I got a problem ’cause these n**gas don’t listen

Going out bad, always mad about a woman
You a rookie, a p**sy, I’m a boss, I’m a vet’
If I don’t got this guala, this a bullet to yo neck
Simple, always keep a Glock on my bed
Simple, I don’t got to talk for respect
Simple, I won’t diss a n**ga if they dead

It’s a beam, I like it when it’s green, but it’s red
All black, I pull up in this whip all dolo
Choppa take a photo, lil’ bro, I’ma chop ’em
What you need I got it for the low
I got it for the rich, and I got it for the broke
I do this all the time, but I keep it on the low
She a Leo, a Virgo, f**k that b**ch, she kneel
I don’t even know, but that h*e gotta go
Every time I talk, they gon’ write up in they notes
Baby, I’m a player, I suppose

Why you mad All up in my ‘Gram, all sad
N**gas don’t give a f**k about what you had
He thought you had a b**ch, but she out gettin’ smashed
I got racks, I put it in a bag
I throw it on a b**ch in the club in the back
I hit it from the front, then I hit it from the back
What you know about running from the police
Nike’s on my feet, and a piece on me
Piece on me, and I got about three
Peace on me, this ain’t nothin’ for the weak
Piece on me, lil’ b**ch, on your knees
B**ch, get on your knees

When I wake up, all I think about is gettin’ paid
And I don’t got a b**ch in my face playin’ games
I want money, and I can’t think about a different thing
I want money, I’ll show you how to get it different ways
I want money, I talk about that s**t everyday
And I scope it, posted with the bros in the crib
You won’t cuff a ho, even though she on my d!ck
And bro, I got a problem ’cause these n**gas don’t listen

Going out bad, always mad about a woman
You a rookie, a p**sy, I’m a boss, I’m a vet’
If I don’t got this guala, this a bullet to yo neck
Simple, always keep a Glock on my bed
Simple, I don’t got to talk for respect
Simple, I won’t diss a n**ga if they dead

Haha, yeah
Wake up
Wake up…

Written by $NOT, Wick Katana & Felix Friquart
Produced by Saturnn & Wick Katana
$NOT | 2022

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