Hey

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ahAh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

I just wanna wake up to the suns and Saint Laurent

Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts and the blunts

I just wanna wake up on ya thigh, on a 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 Simmer

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

Well, do you have a comment?

No, I didn′t say a thing, uh-uh

I didn't say nothin′