[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