Morning

[Intro]

(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)

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Bang, bang, bang

(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang (Sosa on the beat)

[Chorus]

I'm so high, went outside winter time, it was scorching

Caught your bitch and I stabbed it, you can call it forking

The way she flipped, I think I was cooking with George Foreman

Before she enter, I tell her give her phone to my doorman

I think I'm a psychic, I can tell my fortune

You can call me Bumblebee when I'm done transforming

I hit the party, I'm too turned up, stepping on your Jordans

I'm smoking pot, I'm so damn high, I don't know if it's morning

[Verse 1]

Bitch name Money, she gon' give me some

CB can't take the Tooka, he got silly lungs

I ain't stopping until I touch a billion

Call me Sosa Scorpion, I finish him

I go get Benjis even if it's windy

This bitch think she playing me, won't eat it even if it's candy

My tools come in handy, you can call me Manny

Don't call me late for dinner, but bitch, you can call me Bentley

Bitch, I'm gon' eat my food, niggas mad I cool

What did I do? What did I do to you?

That money be my boo, marry it, I do

You are so fu, you thought you was cool

[Chorus]

I'm so high, went outside winter time, it was scorching

Caught your bitch and I stabbed it, you can call it forking

The way she flipped, I think I was cooking with George Foreman

Before she enter, I tell her give her phone to my doorman

I think I'm a psychic, I can tell my fortune

You can call me Bumblebee when I'm done transforming

I hit the party, I'm too turned up, stepping on your Jordans

I'm smoking pot, I'm so damn high, I don't know if it's morning

[Verse 2]

Please don't disturb me or my blunt (Or my blunt, or my blunt)

I'll see you when I'm done (When I'm done, when I'm done)

Ok, if Tooka is my son (My son, my son)

Why he be fighting with my lungs

Tadoe in the cut drinking Ace of Spades

I be sipping lean like it's Gatorade

I pour a 8 in the Spirte, don't like Minute Maid

Even though the Spirte got lemon, don't like lemonade

Girl, if you ain't finna buss'

Tick tock, your time is up

Baby, I smoke 16-gram cones

One me, I get higher than Cheech & Chong

[Chorus]

I'm so high, went outside winter time, it was scorching

Caught your bitch and I stabbed it, you can call it forking

The way she flipped, I think I was cooking with George Foreman

Before she enter, I tell her give her phone to my doorman

I think I'm a psychic, I can tell my fortune

You can call me Bumblebee when I'm done transforming

I hit the party, I'm too turned up, stepping on your Jordans

I'm smoking pot, I'm so damn high, I don't know if it's morning

[Outro]

(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)