Wake Up Fresh lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, every day I wake up fresh (fresh)
Huh, I tell ‘em, “Send that money, n*gga, just wire the check”
Look, shawty, I got the juice, but I can’t never be pressed
I’m walking outside, lacing up my boots; I’m ready to step
Yeah, loading my .45 up, got thirty rounds at the bottom of that b*tch
I ain’t worried ‘bout no old hoes; I gotta go get rich
I just went and spent a hundred thousand on my neck and wrist
I think this month I spent two hundred thousand just to pop my fits

[Verse 1]
And I ain’t have to spend a single dollar just to f*ck yo’ b*tch
And every time that I go shopping, I break the rеgister
I don’t think I’ve had enough; I just keep on pouring up
I been grinding, shining, I’m racing thе Trackhawk truck
I just went and put some diamonds all up on my pinky, yeah
I just went and put some diamonds all up in her pus*y, yeah
I do Hermès on my waist, and yes, my bracelet Cartier
I like calamari; I don’t really do the caviar, oh yeah
All I smoke is exotic; I guess I’m a connoisseur, oh yeah
All I do is fly sh*t; I guess I’m a connoisseur, oh yeah
Smoking out the top floor, beefing with the concierge, oh yeah
I keep drugs and guns in this bag; this ain’t no purse, oh yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, every day I wake up fresh (fresh)
Huh, I tell ‘em, “Send that money, n*gga, just wire the check”
Look, shawty, I got the juice, but I can’t never be pressed
I’m walking outside, lacing up my boots; I’m ready to step
Yeah, loading my .45 up, got thirty rounds at the bottom of that b*tch
I ain’t worried ‘bout no old hoes; I gotta go get rich
I just went and spent a hundred thousand on my neck and wrist
I think this month I spent two hundred thousand just to pop my fits
[Verse 2]
I just went and bought a tracksuit ‘cause I been running sh*t
If I told you how much I made this week, it’d probably make you sick
If I told you how much I spent today, it’d probably make you sick
If you ask your hoe what she ate today, then she gon’ say my di*k
I been putting it on for thirty-four days; I done broke a record in this b*tch
Every time I touchdown in the A, I’m riding ‘round with my stick
I ain’t even trying, baby; I’m stuntin’ and shoppin’, diamonds on my wrist
I ain’t even lying; I’m being honest, shawty, what you see is what you get
I had to go and turn up my life, motherf*cker; got tired of petty b*tches
Can’t compare with none of these guys ‘cause I’m honestly that n*gga
Every single day my life’s a movie; somebody snap this picture
If I f*ck you once and send you home, you can take a piece of me with you

[Chorus]
Yeah, every day I wake up fresh (fresh)
Huh, I tell ‘em, “Send that money, n*gga, just wire the check”
Look, shawty, I got the juice, but I can’t never be pressed
I’m walking outside, lacing up my boots; I’m ready to step
Yeah, loading my .45 up, got thirty rounds at the bottom of that b*tch
I ain’t worried ‘bout no old hoes; I gotta go get rich
I just went and spent a hundred thousand on my neck and wrist
I think this month I spent two hundred thousand just to pop my fits (pop my fits)