Wake Up lyrics

[Chorus: French Montana]
Wake up, wake up
n*gga, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying all the drugs that you want
Wake up, wake up
n*gga, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying everything that I want
Moving ceiling but how long
Before these n*ggas try to G on their own
Now I'm moving ceiling but how long
Before these n*ggas stop trying to G on their own

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
So we in debt with the devil's daughter
Re-up this first quarter
Prices they going lower
This shipment fresh out the border
Yeah b*tch I got it cheaper
Pumping just like a speaker
Hood say these n*ggas jacking
I lay 'em down like a sleeper
Kill this sh*t like the reaper
Trap finals, I'm a sweeper
Plus that sh*t you got weaker
I'm hands-on trying to freak her
Buried off in this bottle
What you need b*tch, I got 'em
Here that sh*t b*tch, I got 'em
Don't worry about it b*tch, I got 'em
Carpooling with this work
I'm on this clock b*tch, I work
Where them grimy n*ggas play in dirt
With something tucked in this shirt
The first and fifteenth I'm collecting these checks
f*ck if you a smoker or a hustler, just give me my checks
Yeah, wake up, wake up, n*gga it's the first of the month
Just call me Pusha T, I get you anything that you want
[Chorus: French Montana]
Wake up, wake up
n*gga, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying all the drugs that you want
Wake up, wake up
n*gga, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying everything that I want
Moving ceiling but how long
Before these n*ggas try to G on their own
Now I'm moving ceiling but how long
Before these n*ggas stop trying to G on their own

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I just can't leave this white b*tch
My Cubans cut my mic switch
Loaded all up in my garage
YG say it might fit
Yeah, I got Whitney hostage
I got Bobby working
I got Screw jacked up
I only talk in person
Count this money like the bank
I'm trapping, what the f*ck you think?
Inhale this loud up its dank
This gas, I ain't talking tanks
Top ten, I ain't talking ranks
650, I could get your drank
Look n*gga, not no alcohol
That Texas sh*t that make you faint
Then I hit the NY with French
Did 305 with Ross
Then I hit the hood and took off
sh*t, other than that, I get lost
I'm an H-Town bill collector
Anytime you lay this over
Look b*tch, I practice work religion blueprintthem like Hova
Call me trapper man, I take it where the f*ck others don't
[Chorus: French Montana]
Wake up, wake up
n*gga, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying all the drugs that you want
Wake up, wake up
n*gga, it's the first of the month
Pay up, pay up
Buying everything that I want
Moving ceiling but how long
Before these n*ggas try to G on their own
Now I'm moving ceiling but how long
Before these n*ggas stop trying to G on their own