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Yeah, yeah, yo It's Hughie Woke up, hit a lick, quick bankroll Yeah, said I woke up, hit a lick Woke up, hit a lick, quick bankroll Gettin' money every minute like it's payroll I been hustlin', not for nothin', I want my neck froze Like it's Sunday, hit the runway in my best clothes I never missed a flight, never lost a fight (uh) Never joined a gang but I got some stripes I ain't got no strikes but I'm in it for life Married to the game, y'all ain't fuckin' with my pen The rent's due, daddy needs some rims How you gon' win when you got loser friends? How you gon' spend? You makin' no investments I just want the greens with the dressing Miss me with the questions, I got Mercedes preference Burn a couple incense, prayin' for a blessing My brother changin' his life, he's on a detox Requestin' my inbox, I been had this shit locked Woke up, hit a lick, quick bankroll Gettin' money every minute like it's payroll I been hustlin', not for nothin', I want my neck froze Like it's Sunday, hit the runway in my best clothes Letras de cancionesLookin' too fresh in my Sunday's best Lookin' too fresh in my Sunday's best I said I'm lookin' too fresh in my Sunday's best 'Cause I woke up, hit a lick, quick bankroll Gettin' money every minute like it's payroll I been hustlin', not for nothin', I want my neck froze Like it's Sunday, hit the runway in my best clothes Lookin' too fresh in my Sunday's best Lookin' too fresh in my Sunday's best I said I'm lookin' too fresh in my Sunday's best Starin' in the mirror, lookin' at the man I kept it real with myself then I made a plan Like this is all I got, so you know I gotta keep it hot Starin' in the mirror, lookin' at the man Kept it real with myself From Letras Mania