Wake Em Up Lyrics – Murda Beatz & Rich The Kid
What these niggas talkin’ ’bout, man?
(Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice)
Yeah, yeah
Yes, sir
Ooh
Woo
Woo
Woo
I had to wake ’em up, just like a little bit of coffee
Gettin’ this chicken, it’s salty
Brushed the haters off me
I run up them bands, Patek or Lamb’, they ain’t no shittin’ on me
The Richie a ‘Rari, homie, with the racks, I’m never lonely
I did this show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the ***, she do the most
I put Chanel on my hoes, I bought Rollies for the bros
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah
White toes for her feet, had to wake ’em up, they was sleep
Don’t play with me
I done told niggas not to play with me (Told niggas not to play with me)
I’m the one, ***, not the two, I can boss up like a suit (Suit)
Assistant better not snooze (Better not snooze)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m ridin’ ’round with them bands on me
*** switched up, *** changed on me (Changed)
For the fame and all of the chains on me, R.I.P. to Rich Homie
You get lit then they on your *** (Your ***)
My ***, she slim and thick (And thick)
I’ve been juggin’ since a jit (Jug)
A *** hit the plug with the *** (Yeah)
They be tryna go pop, ***, just drop, *** wanna lick my wrist (My wrist)
Turn on the stove, I’m back in the kitchen, I’m whippin’ a brick (A brick)
I got the dough like fresh out the pan
Young *** duck it, Uncle Sam (Sam)
I was broke like cookin’ Spam
Now I’m rich, I whip the Lamb’ (Woo)
I had to wake ’em up, just like a little bit of coffee
Gettin’ this chicken, it’s salty
Brushed the haters off me
I run up them bands, Patek or Lamb’, they ain’t no shittin’ on me
The Richie a ‘Rari, homie, with the racks, I’m never lonely
I did this show for the crypto, pipe her up, now the ***, she do the most
I put Chanel on my hoes, I bought Rollies for the bros
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah (Woo), yeah
White toes for her feet, had to wake ’em up, they was sleep
I can’t lose
The one not the two
Yeah, yeah, yeah