Big Sean - In Tha Morning lyrics

[Hook - Ty Dolla $ign] (x2) I wake up in the morning Pull them panties to the side See me twistin' up that Cali Cause you know I stay high (f** my b**h, then count my dough) (x4) [Verse 1 - YG] Wake up in the morning, f** my b**h, she f** me back After I nut, she clean it up, we count a stack If you were around the corner, you could probably hear her moaning I wake the neighbors up, because I f** her every morning I'm a motherf**ing gangsta, got some straps up in the closet In these streets is beef, so I keep the deuces in my pocket Even though I'm on probation, Keep the blunt in rotation Smoking some fire, got it from my connect, and he Jamaican I'm just trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents So I hit the block, and straight pimp me a b**h My daddy told me, "n***a, get it how you live" So it's money over b**hes, n***a that's just what it is Keep it G till I die, to these b**hes I lie Walk up out the mall looking so fly All I know my bank account got long a** digits California weed, counting cheese, f**ing bad b**hes [Hook] [Verse 2 - Big KRIT] I'm talking early morning f**ing, bed side s**ing While you turning on your oven, I was pullin out and busting On her back, never in her cat, never in between If you got a superbad b**h like mine, shawty know what I mean I'm talking slob on my nob like a pro Zoning, zoning, blowing, she might never let it go, on the low She's a very freaky girl, don't say no to daddy She get wet when I swing down, dump it in my Cadi She built like a thoroughbred, ride like a gla** house Push on the pedal, she shake and shiver and mad shy Breakfast of champions, Benz and a** and titties Kush and orange juice, serving up and hella pimping [Hook] [Verse 3 - Big Sean] Yeah, I wake up with hard dick And the b**h you was dreaming about She wake up to the realest n***a That all of these hoes is dreaming about I walk in the bank, I'm cleaning it out Jewelry store, I'm gleaming it out I'm smacking these hoes, and I skeet on their blouse You keep them at home, I'm just leasing them off WESTSIDE! And I don't mean the f**ing coast She screaming B.I.G., but it ain't no f**ing ghost The hoes that turned you down is the ones I f** the most I'm burning all this bread, so we might as well f**ing toast Man these n***as looking at me like they're hoes or something Ya'll barely touching green, ya'll are holes-in-one These n***as is hoes and c*nts Damnit life's a s*ut, but I bust a nut And it's no wonder why all these n***as look like my oldest son It's me, Sayitaint, and that ghetto a** n***a, dealer man Lighting purple haze, you would've thought I was chilling with k**a Cam Going around and around and around and around This sh** is feeling like ceiling fans I feel the hands feeling in my pants I'm like, "Shut the f** up, ho, and get in this van" [Hook]