Icewear Vezzo
Every Morning
[Intro]
Let the band play
Drank God
You know the vibes, n***a
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Fell in love with money, then I married her, huh
Never let that power change my character, huh
Percocet and molly in my syrup cup
We gon' have to fuck in VIP because I'm married now, huh (Iced Up Records)
I just bought a thousand 'bows of Cookies
AK-47 on the seat same size as Dugga
Flooded the AP, I got the bezel full of boogers
She jumped off the dick and went and snort a line of sugar
They like, "Why you trappin'? You a million dollar n***a"
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be still inside the kitchen
I like poppin' bottles, rockin' ice, and fuckin' vixens
These are VVS's, you can tell by how it glisten
Made another play and it touch down right in the morning
BandPlay on the beat, off royalties, he bought a foreign
I done hit the road with all the pints, feel like I'm touring
Got so many sticks inside the crib, shit like a forest, ugh

[Chorus]
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean, it got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch, we ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the crib right in the storage, yeah
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean, it got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch, we ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the crib right in the storage, yeah
[Verse 2]
'Dweller on my wrist, this bitch was pricey (Dancin')
Never got a plug to front me shit 'cause I'm too sheisty ('Cause I'm too sheisty)
Bought a brick of yay wrapped in a square, look like a white tee (Skrrt)
Cut my side bitch off 'cause I did time and she ain't write me (Fuck that bitch)
I left Somerset, then spent a check in Eddie Merlot's (Yeah)
Me, Lil Web, and Peezy, we hit Truth and threw up Marrow (Legend)
Bezel on the Mueller, heavy pointers like an arrow
Get shot in your shit from all that muggin', don't you stare wrong, n***a

[Chorus]
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean, it got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch, we ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the crib right in the storage, yeah
I get to the money every morning
Percocet and Xannies mixed with lean, it got me snoring
Started at the bottom, bitch, we ballin' like the Hornets
Got a million dollars in the crib right in the storage, yeah

[Outro]
Iced Up Records
Let the band play