M.O.E.

Tyga

专辑：Hotel California

LYRICS

作词 : Thomaz, Cameron Jibril / Carter, Shawn C.

作曲 : Thomaz, Cameron Jibril / Carter, Shawn C.

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 b*****s, and you know we bout to roll some trees

I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it

M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything

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 b*****s, 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

B***h why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don’t lose sleep

Man I...

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 b*****s, and you know we bout to roll some trees

I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it

M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything

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 shit 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 ****ing man

Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep

That’s why I…

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 b*****s, and you know we bout to roll some trees

I’m feelin' it... you feelin' it

M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything

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 ****ing Babe Ruth

Translucent roof, but her dress seem through

She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do

B***h I ain't gonna judge you

But don't expect me to love you, feelin' it?