Porsche GT3 - RS

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche

Any pressure, I'm a spin the block for my boys

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning (Lord), send a prayer up to the Lord

Pull up to the club, I got a valet all the toys

Let her see the diamonds, then I hit her with the voice

Couple nigga with me, bitch, it's time to make a choice

Shooters move in silence, so don't make me bring the noise

Go on, get the money just to blow it is the point (point)

Never turn a rat, I rather do it in the joint (joint)

If the clique some bitches, time to go get a divorce

Pull up in the hood, paper tag on my new Porsche

Got a hundred kilos, boy, I'm fuckin' with Detroit (Detroit)

Countin' all the money, and you know I'm unemployed (no, job)

Four full pockets for the bitches I enjoyed

I got the Fentynal, pink cocaine, and the boy

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)

Any pressure, I'm a spin the block for my boys

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (uh, uh, uh, uh)

KaySo daddy took the stand and told on his boy

Nigga been a rat, another police on the force

Fuck your diabetes, bitch, we kickin' in the door (boom)

I thought you dealin' dope, but, boy, you runnin' for the floor

Catch me in the kitchen for the toast, I'm whippin' yayo

Beach Boys, suck the dick on my new boat

Uh-huh (uh-huh), uh-huh (uh-huh)

Uh-huh (uh-huh), uh-huh

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord)

Need to hit the streets, I need the money for a Porsche (Lord)

Dealin' heroin, my molly nigga call it "boy"

Pull up club, and let me time to valet all the toys

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)

Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche

Any pressure, I'm a spin the block for my boys (boys)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord