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yg - in tha morning lyrics

[intro: yg]
it’s yg, 4 hunnid!
(oddz n endz, oddz n endz)
countin’ my cheddar

[chorus: ty dolla $ign & yg]
i wake up in the mornin’
pull them panties to the side
see me twistin’ up that cali
cause you know i stay high
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough (high!)
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my oh! (high!)
i wake up in the mornin’
pull them panties to the side
see me twistin’ up that cali
cause you know i stay high
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough (high!)
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my oh! (high!)

[verse 1: yg]
wake up in the morning, f-ck my b-tch, she f-ck me back
after i nut, she clean it up, we count a stack
if you were around the corner, you could probably hear her moanin’
i wake the neighbors up, because i f-ck her every mornin’
i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ gangsta, got some straps up in the closet
in these streets is beef, so i keep the deuces in my pocket
even though i’m on probation, keep the blunt in rotation
smokin’ some fire, got it from my connect, and he jamaican
i’m just tryna make a dollar out of 15 cents
so i hit the block, and straight pimp me a b-tch
my daddy told me, “n-gga, get it how you live”
so it’s money over b-tches, n-gga that’s just what it is
keep it g till i die, to these b-tches i lie
walk up out the mall lookin’ so fly
all i know my bank account got long -ss digits
california weed, countin’ cheese, f-ckin’ bad b-tches

[verse 2: big k.ri.t.]
i’m talkin’ early mornin’ f-ckin’, bedside suckin’
while you turnin’ on your oven, i was pullin’ out and bustin’
on her back, never in her cat, never in between
if you got a superbad b-tch like mine, shawty know what i mean
i’m talking slob on my n0b like a pro
zonin’, zonin’, blowin’, she might never let it go, on the low
she’s a very freaky girl, don’t say no to daddy
she get wet when i swing down, dump it in my cadi
she built like a thoroughbred, ride like a gl-ss house
push on the pedal, she shake and shiver and mad shy
breakfast of champions, benz and -ss and t-tties
kush and orange juice, servin’ up and h-lla pimpin’

[chorus: ty dolla $ign, yg & big sean]
i wake up in the mornin’
pull them panties to the side
see me twistin’ up that cali
cause you know i stay high
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough (high!)
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my oh! (high!)
i wake up in the mornin’
pull them panties to the side
see me twistin’ up that cali
cause you know i stay high
boi, boi…
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough (high!)
b.i.g sean don, n-gga!
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
do it
f-ck my b-tch, then count my oh! (high!)

[verse 3: big sean]
yeah, i wake up with hard d-ck
and the b-tch you was dreamin’ about
she wake up to the realest n-gga
that all of these hoes is dreamin’ about
i walk in the bank, i’m cleanin’ it out
jewelry store, i’m gleamin’ it out
i’m smacking these hoes, and i skeet on their blouse
you keep them at home, i’m just leasing them off
westside! and i don’t mean the f-ckin’ coast
she screaming b.i.g., but it ain’t no f-ckin’ ghost
the hoes that turned you down is the ones i f-ck the most
i’m burnin’ all this bread, so we might as well f-ckin’ toast
man these n-ggas lookin’ at me like they’re hoes or somethin’
ya’ll barely touching green, y’all are holes-in-one
these n-ggas is hoes and c-nts
d-mnit life’s a sl-t, but i bust a nut
and it’s no wonder why all these n-ggas look like my oldest son
it’s me, sayitaint, and that ghetto -ss n-gga, dealer man
lightin’ purple haze, you would’ve thought i was chillin’ with k!lla cam
goin’ around and around and around and around
this sh-t is feelin’ like ceilin’ fans
i feel the hands feelin’ in my pants
i’m like, “shut the f-ck up, ho, and get in this van”

[chorus: ty dolla $ign, yg & big sean]
i wake up in the mornin’
pull them panties to the side
boi
see me twistin’ up that cali
boi
cause you know i stay high
boi, boi
i do it
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
b.i.g
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough (high!)
yg
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
k.r.i.t
f-ck my b-tch, then count my oh! (high!)
b-tch
i wake up in the mornin’
pull them panties to the side
real pimpin’, we the sh-t, ho
see me twistin’ up that cali
cause you know i stay high
my b-tch
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
my b-tch
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough (high!)
my b-tch
f-ck my b-tch, then count my dough
f-ck my b-tch, then count my oh! (high!)

[outro]
oddz n endz, oddz n endz

- yg lyrics

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