YG - In The Mornin' lyrics

[Chorus: x2] I wake up in the morning Pull them panties to the side And I'm twistin up that Cali Cause you know I stay high [x4:] For my b**h to count my dough [YG:] Wake up in the morning For my b**h she f** me back After I nut she clean it up and the we count a stack If you were around the corner You could probably hear her moaning I wake the neighbors up Cause I f**ing every morning I'm a mutha f**in gangsta Got some straps up in the closet In these streets is beef So I keep the duce in my pocket Even tho I'm on probation Keep the blunt in rotation Smoking some fire Got it from my connect and he Jamaican I'm just tryin to make a dolla outta 15 cents So I hit the block And straight pimp me a b**h, uh 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 Keepin it G til I die To these b**hes I lie Walk out the mall Looking so flyyyyyy All I know my bank account Got long a** digits California weed Counting cheese f**in bad b**hes [Chorus: x2] I wake up in the morning Pull them panties to the side And I'm twistin up that Cali Cause you know I stay high [x4:] For my b**h to count my dough [Big Krit:] I'm tired talkin early morning f**ing Bed side s**ing Why you turnin on ya oven I was pullin out and bustin on her Back never in her cat Never in between If you gotta Superbad b**h like mine Shawty know what I mean I'm talking slob on my nob like a pro Zonin... blowing She might never let it got On the low She's a very freaky girl Don't say no to daddy She get wet when I swang [?] Dump it in my Cadi She built like a thoroughbred Ride like a gla** house Push on the pillow She shake and shiver And mad shy Breakfast and champagne Band and a** and titties Kush and orange juice Serving up and hella pimpin [Chorus: x2] I wake up in the morning Pull them panties to the side And I'm twisting up that Cali Cause you know I stay high [x4:] For my b**h to count my dough [Big Sean:] Yea 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 then in skeet on their blouse You keep your own homes I'm just leasing them out WESTSIDE! And I don't mean the f**in coast She screaming B.I.G But it ain't no f**in 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**in toast Man these n***as looking at me Like they hoes or something Ya'll are barely touching green Ya'll are holes in one These n***as is hoeing cause 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 Too me say it ain't And that ghetto a** dealer man Lighting purple haze you would of thought I was chillin with k**a Cam Goin around and around And around and around This sh** it feelin like ceiling flans I feel the hands feelin in my pants Like "shut the f** up hoe And get in this van", I wake up [Chorus: x2] I wake up in the morning Pull them panties to the side And I'm twistin up that Cali Cause you know I stay high [x4:] For my b**h to count my dough