Lloyd Banks - Wake Up lyrics

[Hook]: I'm getting to the money The money nice to meet ya They sleeping on me baby, time to make 'em a believer All my women right, they run to me on sight A hundred bottles of champagne, we popping those all night Not to mention, I'm out here representing I need pretty sh** around me, put them models in my section All my women right, they run to me on sight A hundred bottles of champagne, we popping those all night [Verse 1]: My pockets swoll up Haters done try stop me- no luck I'm co*ky- so what? My life's like one big party rolled up Look how I'm smoking Shorty don't and she still choking I'm talking potent. That secondhand got her open I'm always frozen Louis bags to put my clothes in I'm back to posing. Make her woozie from my mac explosion Traffic open, I'm running through my rack of Trojans New money, new girls, even brought back my old one The street crown I'm rocking, I'll beat down your top 10 Heat round, they watching how I rebound like Rodman Out in Beantown I'm popping, 103,000 options Put the weed down I put the hops in with the Queens style I'm boxed in [Hook] Savage with that hot flow, everything I do is macho Walking around with that Yak on, still gotta get that yacht dough She ain't hot, she got go. She going deep, Flacco I'm too ready, pronto These shoes heavy, potholes I'm hanging out the window with my music up, rude as f** We don't play boy You getting money? Get your shooters up Everyday I'm moving up, liquor got me torn down ??? ??? f** with baby, I got that dope you been needing I got the soul you can feel, it's something you can believe in I got a pretty selection, I switch 'em up by the seasons [Hook] Lloyd Banks' voice is way too raspy and difficult to understand; some of these are probably wrong