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(You are now listening to Yung Chencs)
(M1OnTheBeat)
It's the Monday morning and I woke up to mornin' top (Mornin')
I spent the weekend out on flee, it's only right that I took the morning off (Turn up)
Pulled up to the function, Rolls-Royce Dawn, and I went home with a open top
I'm here for the vibe, I don't wanna talk
Don't end up goin' home with an open top (Turn, turn)
We was sixteen with a shotgun, it was so long, had to sawn it off
Now you can name any machine, we got one
Gang coming out like it's RoboCop (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
It was— it was the bando fiends in the night like a corner shop
Lamb' in and out of this four-door chop
Out in my Ricky Owen drop
Big risks sells big rewards
Somehow the plaques just become décor (Let's get it)
Wap's expensive, but I got my [?], that cost me more (Turn)
Still run up my checklist (Pfft), Lord knows I can never get comfortable (No)
Back then, I had the magic cat with a bird like Professor Dumbledore (Turn)
I come lit to the party, the money callin' then I turn, punch a wall
Thirteen for a jet to Dusseldorf, got too turnt out on tour (Turn)
When you marry Elizabeth, 'course you're gonna have hoes that wanted more
She said she a keeper but I were swervin' her like a knuckleball (What?)
It's the Monday morning and I woke up to mornin' top (Mornin')
I spent the weekend out on flee, it's only right that I took the morning off (Turn up)
Pulled up to the function, Rolls-Royce Dawn, and I went home with a open top
I'm here for the vibe, I don't wanna talk
Don't end up goin' home with an open top (Turn, turn)
We was sixteen with a shotgun, it was so long, had to sawn it off
Now you can name any machine, we got one
Gang coming out like it's RoboCop (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
It was— it was the bando fiends in the night like a corner shop
Lamb' in and out of this four-door chop
Out in my Ricky Owen drop
They're like, "Yo, bro, where have you been?" I been grindin', gettin' it in
Who do you think she was with? Came back with a tan on her skin
More time, might see her in ALO, but today, she's wearin' Skims
In this SUV with my eyes on the road, man I ain't tryna kerb these rims
One-way trip, into Miami, like Dav— like David Beckham
Sometimes I feel I'm livin' in Hell, sometimes it feels like heaven
At the off-license, they know me around the world like 7-Eleven
That day when shit went down, couldn't shout bro, had no connection
It's the Monday morning and I woke up to mornin' top (Mornin')
I spent the weekend out on flee, it's only right that I took the morning off (Turn up)
Pulled up to the function, Rolls-Royce Dawn, and I went home with a open top
I'm here for the vibe, I don't wanna talk
Don't end up goin' home with an open top (Turn, turn)
We was sixteen with a shotgun, it was so long, had to sawn it off
Now you can name any machine, we got one
Gang coming out like it's RoboCop (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
It was— it was the bando fiends in the night like a corner shop
Lamb' in and out of this four-door chop
Out in my Ricky Owen drop