Hey
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

I just wanna wake up to the suns in Saint Laurent
Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts, hella blunts
I just wanna wake up on "Good bye", on the yacht
Or in the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted
We call that big spendin', big spendin'
I'ma get back on my feet, give me a minute
I'ma feel this in my thighs, like he been in it
Young Simma, Young Simma, give me a minute

Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can't no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time

I just wanna wake up on CP time
Wake up to that nigga, leave he behind
Get a presidential suite, leave with they linen
In the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted

Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can't no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time

What do you have, a comment?
No, I didn't say a thing, uh-uh
I didn't say nothing

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