M.O.E.

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] Wake up in the morning feelin' so damn good, oh man music’s so good to me Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches, and you know we bout to roll some trees I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything [4X] [Verse1: Tyga] Uh Taking my time to perfect the beats And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink Couple bad bitches, they just want VIP You played her fo real? Don’t bring her around me Got girls left up in the backseat Runnin like track meet, that’s me, leather on the 6th speed Love it when she got her own shit together Got shit to lose, then she with whatever Always out of town, she my distant lover Only pull in driveways with tints and better Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar From a jet runway, I can land wherever Make more in a day than your salary Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don’t lose sleep Man I... [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playin' My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land You’s a baller or a hustler then you know what I’m sayin' Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I don’t care I’m rollin' Probably doin 95, smoking getting mighty high Rolling weed since ’99, smoke so much I’ll probably fly If I don’t smoke I’ll probably die I’m holdin' Grippin' on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam Ridin through Hollywood, I’m feeling like the fuckin man Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep That’s why I… [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse3: Tyga] Drive fast til I'm out of gas Getting money like this, can’t look back She a one night stand, tryna make it last But I be out of town soon as I hit that 15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carats You ain't getting money like that I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m where you wanna be I do mostly what the minimum do So my girls might be yours times 22 Ride 22 2’s and I chunk up the deuce Everything great like a nigga Babe Ruth Translucent roof, but her dress seem through She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do Shit I ain't gonna judge you But don't expect me to love you, feelin' it?