[Verse 1: Maino]
I woke up like
Yeah I'm a G mo'f*cker
b*tches see me and they scream K.O.B mo'f*cker
Long way from Smack DVDs mo'f*cker
The boy be going hard like M.O.P. mo'f*cker
Miss me with that hating or get punished for it
I don't really like these n*ggas I'm just stuntin' on 'em
Yellow Roley, white diamonds like Eliza
My b*tch copped me some Guiseppe she a swiper
f*ck parole, drove a Bentley up to Rykers
Bought a ghost and said I did it for the lifers
My new b*tch got a baby by a ballplayer
Screaming at the TV catch the ball player
I see I said, jealousy I said
Got these pus*y ass n*ggas mad at me I said
But I'm a king do it major like T.I. kids
Hold the crown for the 'stuy just like B.I. did
[Hook]
I'm about that paper homey f*ck fame
These n*ggas got to kill me for these gold chains
Went to sleep dreaming 'bout that cocaine
Woke up screaming money over everything
(Money, money, money
Money over everything x3)
Woke up screaming money over everything
[Verse 2]
Woke up like yes real n*gga
Staring in the mirror you the best real n*gga
Nowadays feeling like it's less real n*ggas
Look around, I'm what's left real n*gga
Money over bullsh*t, pistol in my Nudie jean
Broke up with my cute chick
She calling me the groupie king
Can't help it though, woke up in my Elvis mode
Diamonds in my auto, my Versace on my latest ho
Finger to the sky, no f*cks given
Then I'm balls out like my pants missing
n*gga with an attitude, Ice Cube
f*ck the couple cheap hoes and high-priced shoes
Black flag gang-related, yeah they hate it
Showed up uninvited, left with a b*tch that's famous
Been yelling money, f*ck fame n*gga
Chain swinging like a runaway slave n*gga
[Hook]