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    [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
    Wake up in the morning feelin' so damn good
    Oh man music? s so good to me
    Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
    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

    [Verse1: Tyga]
    Uh Taking my time to perfect the beats
    And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains
    And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink
    Couple bad bitches, they just want Vip
    You played her fo real? Don? t bring her around me
    Got girls left up in the backseat
    Runnin like track meet, that? s me, leather on the 6th speed
    Love it when she got her own shit together
    Got shit to lose, then she with whatever
    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
    Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don? t lose sleep
    Man I

    [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

    [Verse 2: 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 doin 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 fuckin man
    Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep
    That? s why I?

    [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

    [Verse3: 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 carats
    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 nigga Babe Ruth
    Translucent roof, but her dress seem through
    She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do
    Shit I ain't gonna judge you
    But don't expect me to love you, feelin' it?

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