Trae Tha Truth - Wake Up lyrics

[Hook: French Montana] Wake up, wake up n***a, it's the first of the month Pay up, pay up Buying all the d** that you want Wake up, wake up n***a, it's the first of the month Pay up, pay up Buying everything that I want Moving ceiling but how long Before these n***as try to G on their own Now I'm moving ceiling but how long Before these n***as stop trying to G on their own [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] So we in debt with the devil's daughter Re-up this first quarter Prices they going lower This shipment fresh out the border Yeah b**h I got it cheaper Pumping just like a speaker Hood say these n***as jacking I lay 'em down like a sleeper k** this sh** like the reaper Trap finals, I'm a sweeper Plus that sh** you got weaker I'm hands-on trying to freak her Buried off in this bottle What you need b**h, I got 'em Here that sh** b**h, I got 'em Don't worry about it b**h, I got 'em Carpooling with this work I'm on this clock b**h, I work Where them grimy n***as play in dirt With something tucked in this shirt The first and fifteenth I'm collecting these checks f** if you a smoker or a hustler, just give me my checks Yeah, wake up, wake up, n***a it's the first of the month Just call me Pusha T, I get you anything that you want [Hook] [Verse 2] I just can't leave this white b**h My Cubans cut my mic switch Loaded all up in my garage YG say it might fit Yeah, I got Whitney hostage I got Bobby working I got Screw jacked up I only talk in person Count this money like the bank I'm trapping, what the f** you think? Inhale this loud up its dank This gas, I ain't talking tanks Top ten, I ain't talking ranks 650, I could get your drank Look n***a, not no alcohol That Texas sh** that make you faint Then I hit the NY with French Did 305 with Ross Then I hit the hood and took off sh**, other than that, I get lost I'm an H-Town bill collector Anytime you lay this over Look b**h, I practice work religion blueprintthem like Hova Call me trapper man, I take it where the f** others don't [Hook]