Chorus:
I say I woke up in the morning and I gave my (*##$ some head
Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread

Money in my bed, I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!
Last time she's seeing me I was ducking feds

Told that (*##$ to hide me, I know that (*##$ was scared!
Money in my bed, bed, mother$#&@ da feds
Mother$#&@ da feds!


Mother$#&@ da feds I can get locked up again
But if I got it in my hands click clack, then I'm sprayin

Make sure that I leave you layin then shoot up your manz
Hundred grand in my pants, don't reach for it again know, I'mma shoot off your hands, !@#%ty boys I' be with them! Then sit down and feast with them I'll be talking? with them
you say daddy blowing? cause I know daddy freeze with them

(*##$, !@#%ty boys, and glory boys, that's DC to
Wanna talk %#@!, we kill 'em boys
Carry guns back to? boys

We kill them boys, you kill them..
Straight head shot, we kill 'em boys
Wanna get in touch, but it's Philly boys

Smoking loud? I can't hear 'em boys!
I wake up giving head to live under my bed
Running rounds, double.. I'll leave a !@$@ dead!

If you're $#&@ing with my bred, and on my daughter here
I never talk to feds, put them on my? (*##$!


Chorus:
I said I woke up in the morning and I gave my (*##$ some head
Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread

Money in my bed, I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!
Last time she's seeing me I was ducking fast

Told that (*##$ to hide me, I know that (*##$ was scared!
Money in my bed, bed, mother $#&@er feds
Mother $#&@er feds!


Say !@#%ty boys and GBE I'm running ducking feds
I got thirty in my pocket, I'll probably pop at your head, though!

Yeah, hoe! Get some stripping (*##$es in my bed, though
Crazy thing about this life is dead, I should be dead though!
But $#&@ off, I ain't never scared (*##$, I'm up now

When you get high with GBE it will be no calm down
I make your (*##$ eat my (*##$ #~!!@ cause I run %#@!
Just look who I'm running with, a hundred click, three hundred %#@!

Fat ..I come here and I pray you stay away
I'm on South East, on a couch sleep
where I might be on South Beach

Either way count plenty cake.. on my dinner plate
..just to get away, start late, finish late
But $#&@ that, I'm success and I'm upset cause you suspect!

You got rich, got locked up when bankrupt, what's next?
I know where I go, get strapped up in that?
Meet me on? I'm Pablo!


Chorus:
I said I woke up in the morning and I gave my (*##$ some head

Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread
Money in my bed, I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!

Last time she's seeing me I was ducking fast
Told that (*##$ to hide me, I know that (*##$ was scared!
Money in my bed, bed, mother $#&@er feds

Mother $#&@er feds!