IMP THA DON - FRESH OUT THE BED Lyrics

I get it, I'm fresh out the bed
Aiming It right at your head
Go
Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed
Yeah
Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Yeah
Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed
Yeah
Yeah, Count up the money, count up the rack
Count up the money, the rack, rack, rack
Yah

Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang
I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands
No tax, that's facts
And I need my house in glass
Money tall like a giraffe
Mr Miyagi with the staff
Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang
I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands
No tax, that's facts
And I need my house in glass
Money tall like a giraffe
Mr Miyagi with the staff

Bed, Huh huh
Ay
Get It, Im Fresh out the bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Huh
I get it, im fresh out the bed
Aiming It right at your head
Go
Get It, I'm Fresh out the bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed

Muhammad Ali with the bag
Get It by any means not only rap, yeah
I got some guap to stash
I pull up on banks and draw the cash, yeah
Stack it in mattresses, these niggas actresses
Yea-huh
They want the lavish shit but they aint worked for it
Sipping on activist, im on some savage shit
Uh-huh
I'm on some cracker shit, whipping they back and shit
Uh-huh
I am immaculate, feed them like Kaepernick
Yeah-huh
This ain't no capping bitch
I'm preaching, evangelist
Yeah-huh
Eenie meanie minie mo
Getting money on the low
I would never let anyone I know die broke
Yeah the blow up taking time i gotta see em die slow
Life is all about chance so I let the dice roll
Yeah I bet it all on a six and four
Fuck them all, I dont pick up they calls
I'm at large you should call up the law
With the Bars im a prisoner daug
Damn Don, why you killing em all
They tampon, they juh pussy thats all
Thee niggas aint making no money at all
I don't feel the pain im juh brushing it off
Colgate smile for the haters, she suck so good im brainless
Chilling on the corner and they looked at us like failures
Smoke up on every show so I keep the paraphernalia
Everywhere I go, niggas know the fucken alias

Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang
I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands
No tax, that's facts
And I need my house in glass
Money tall like a giraffe
Mr Miyagi with the staff
Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang
I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands
No tax, that's facts
And I need my house in glass
Money tall like a giraffe
Mr Miyagi with the staff