Saucy Santana - Wake Em Up lyrics

[Intro] Wake em up, wake em up (B-b-bankroll got it) (Diego) [Chorus] Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Can't dress like this, make em add it up No competition sis, you ain't bad enough b*tch you gotta Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) 1942 got me fu*ked up No hands, 30 bands in the booty club [Verse One] It's me, Ms. Drama ready to cause problems All kinds sh*t wit' you and yo baby momma She talkin' bout period, I'm lookin' for a comma (Ow) Classy like Michelle and my bank on Obama Need a man that respect me, Philippe Patek me Give me head, not a headache, don't stress me Love don't cost a thing (Nah) And I don't think you locked in wit' a diamond ring That only makes you sorry (Bye) Behind the scenes, we like Nicki and Safaree On IG, flexed up in your Ferrari In your close friends with a b*tch eatin' calamari (Tired) I wanna know what you take me for? (Who) Yeah, I met you at the club But I'm not ya baby momma though (Nah) You wanna leave, let me close the door (Bye) Don't need no crab ass ni**a tryna keep me in a figure 4 [Chorus] Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Can't dress like this, make em add it up No competition sis, you ain't bad enough b*tch you gotta Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) 1942 got me fu*ked up No hands, 30 bands in the booty club [Verse Two] Ya ni**a tryna holla, but I'm curvin' Gotta find me a ni**a that's worthy Cause he a clown ass ni**a, Eddie Murphy (Hehe) I'm finna sit court side in another ni**a's jersey How you let that b*tch call my phone? (Why) And she sendin' me receipts, what type of sh*t you on? I ain't sittin' all alone, stressin' and cryin' at home (Nah) I'm finna call Bankroll, I'm bout to make me a song (Bankroll got it) I'm tired of goin' through ya phone It only prove that you did me wrong She in ya phone shakin' ass in tho-tho-thong Your ass is grass, kiss my ass Boy, I'm go-go-gone (I'm gone) What he don't do, then another man will (Yeah) To have me, man a ni**a would kill Not Destiny, hell naw, I can't cater Don't want a Lil Baby, I'm fellin' like Jayda (Wah, wah, wah) [Chorus] Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake the fu*k up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Can't dress like this, make em add it up (Nah) No competition sis, you ain't bad enough b*tch you gotta Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up) Wake em up (Wake em up, what the fu*k) Wake em up (Wake em up) 1942 got me fu*ked up No hands, 30 bands in the booty club