Aye, aye. Aye

Ok, ok, ok, ok

Aye, yeah, uh, woo (p-P-P-Lo time to bring the bass back)

Aye, aye, aye

Hop out, do my dance on a b***h

Freak hoe from the back when I hit (when I hit)

I′m a stand-up guy, never sit

OG told me win it's never quit (never quit)

Since then, I′ve been a man on a mission (on a mission)

Hey, free the dogs out of prison (dogs)

You ain't talking bout no racks and I'm missing

Feeling like I′m Master P with no limit

I′m really getting to the bag, oh I'm cozy (I′m cozy)

Aye, phone locked 'cause she nosy (she nosy)

Aye I don′t want a piece, I want the whole thing

Mac pulled up with pack smoked the OZ

See me out in public, make a hoe freeze

Big stepping now one do it both feet

Know they want me gone, watch him closely

Up like, it's nosebleeds up like it′s no sleep

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I'ma do that s**t again (again)

Then tomorrow I'ma do that s**t again (again)

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again (again)

Then tomorrow I'ma do that s**t again (again)

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again

Euh

I'm excited about my income (I′m excited about my income)

My life is real it's not a sitcom (my life is real it′s not a sitcom)

No more selling swift boy on a recon (no more selling swift boy on a recon)

I'm a fixter not a peon (I'm a fixter, not a peon)

They call me Charlie Hustle (they call me Charlie Hustle)

I′m all about my bubble (I′m all about my bubble)

I'll beat you with my knuckles (I′ll beat you with my knuckles)

If you don't stay up out my huddle

When people ask me what I′ve been doing, I'm living the dream

Used to serve my yadda wet fresh up off the DG bean (DG bean?)

Don′t play with the scorpio 'cause I sting

I tune you up and make you cry, make you look like that Jordan meme (Jordan meme?)

Woke up (woke up) straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I'ma do that s**t again (s**t again)

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again (s**t again)

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again (s**t again)

Woke up, got straight to it (got straight to it)

Running to the bag like I'm late to it (late to it)

Got so much drive, I need brake fluid (fact)

These niggas don′t do it like the bay do it (sheesh)

I'ma get the bag or die trying (sheesh)

You ain′t got a bag boy, you lying (sheesh)

Bitch, I'm ′bout a bag like I'm DB

Fucking 'round in the lab like I′m DeeDee

Me and my pops built this like woodshop

The brakes went out, I wish I could stop

I ain′t no mechanic but I make the hood pop

Came from the bottom, I need some good top

We been on the grind all weekend

Deep in flow water n***a the deep end

We been them corna and let it swang

No rag no set I'm with the gang

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again

Then tomorrow I'ma do that s**t again (again)

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I'ma do that s**t again

Then tomorrow I′ma do that s**t again

Then tomorrow I'ma do that s**t again