[Verse 1]
First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up

A plate of breakfast that my girl chef'd up
Morning pretty with no make up, yup
Now that I'm woken I'm smoking, layered my body in clothing

Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato's rolling
On the interstate like ^!$$%s was shooting at your homie
Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K.

Got both my phones with me, hear me if it's 'bout some cake
Soldier about face, I'm colder than ice age
I'm polar, I'm frozen

I'm golden, my name say
That I'm all about my money, put some racks up everyday
In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday

Mucho loco, if you grind for the mane'
Get some shine for your mane', but that money just ain't going away
To rhyme for your mane', take your (*##$ to roll up something

This %#@! ride for your mane', otherwise you gotta kick that ho
Outside of your mane', tell them ^!$$%s that you with
Ain't no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action

Pocket full of lint, wondering why this %#@! ain't happen
Homie that don't make no sense
^!$$%s on the side be stacking, never tape a brick

And we treat this %#@! just like it's trapping
And I'm getting rich, you can tell from the strength
Of the scent, or what I just lit but I would never pass it

First thing when I wake up
I say my prayers, then I blaze up
Get dressed sharp as a razor

And then it's back to getting cake bruh'

[Outro x4]

Oh mary, mary, mary