Tyga - M.O.E. lyrics

[Hook:] Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good, I made music so good today Me and my n***as bout to kick it with some b**hes, and you know we bout to roll some trees I'm feelin' it... you feelin' it I'm feelin' it... you feelin' it M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything [x4] [Tyga:] Taking my time to perfect the beats And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains And my n***a Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink Couple bad b**hes, they just want VIP You a playa fo real? Don't bring around me Got girls left up in the backseat Runnin like attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed Love it when she got her own sh** together Got sh** to lose, then she with whatever sponsored links Always out of town, she my distant lover Only pull in driveways with tints and better Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar From a jet runway, I can land wherever Make more in a day than your salary n***a why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don't lose sleep, Man I... [Hook] [Wiz Khalifa:] I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playin' My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land You's a baller or a hustler then you know what I'm sayin' Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I don't care I'm rollin' Probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty high Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly If I don't smoke I'll probably die I'm holdin' Grippin' on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam Ridin through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the f**in man Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep That's why I... [Hook] [Tyga:] Drive fast til I'm out of gas Getting money like this, can't look back She a one night stand, tryna make it last But I be out of town soon as I hit that 15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots You ain't getting money like that I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet Don't hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be I do mostly what the minimum do So my girls might be yours times 22 Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the deuce Everything great like a n***a Babe Ruth Translucent roof, but her dress seem through She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do sh** I ain't gonna judge you But don't expect me to love you, feelin it?