Wake Up Its The First Of The Month Playboi Carti Lyrics is Sung by Playboi Carti. Wake Up It’s The First Of The Month Lyrics is written by Jordan Terrell Carter.
Wake Up Its The First Of The Month Playboi Carti Lyrics
What? What? What? What?
I’m so high, man, I can’t even feel shit
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
I’m trying to get high til’ (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
I’m trying to get high til’ (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing
I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
I’m way too high, woah woah
I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
I’m way too high (Woah)
Wake up (Yeah, wake up)
It’s the first of the month (Slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (Woah, what, slatt)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (Woah, slatt)
I’m bout to dirty my cup (Woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up)
I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scream)
I don’t drive R8s, I don’t like those
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (What?)
Can’t fuck with nobody, not even my shadow
I got on Ed Hardy, she got on stilettos
She my best friend, yeah we not a couple (Slatt)
She a rockstar, she a sex symbol
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? What?)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me everybody you touched in this room (Ooh, ooh)
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Ooh, what? What?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Huh, oh)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah)
Can’t trust no bitch (What? Yeah), can’t trust these niggas (Bih)
In love with my money, in love with my pistols
In love with my bitch, I think she my bitch (Woah, bih)
I know she suck dick, I know she not shit (Woah, what?)
I been thinking ’bout it, finna cut off that bitch (What? What?)
She don’t cook, she don’t clean, but she want Ruth Chris (What? What?)
I don’t even like to hug (What? What?), I don’t even like to kiss
I just pat her on the ass, and tell her “Good shit”
I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence
I’m ’bout to pour up some red (Red)
And shawty gon’ roll up some shit (What?, slatt, slatt)
And shawty gon’ roll up some shit (Slatt)
I’m ’bout to pour up some red (What?)
And shawty gon’ roll up some shit (What?)
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
I’m trying to get high til’ (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
I’m trying to get high til’ (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing
I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
I’m way too high, woah woah
I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
I’m way too high (Woah)
What? What? What? What?
I’m so high man, I can’t even feel shit
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