TTG (Trained to Go) - Waka Flocka Flame, Baby Bomb, French Montana

Getting this money, counting this guap

Real street niggas, don’t fuck with the cops

First thing when I wake up, get right to this money, no breakfast

Watch me like jake, 'fore I go to bed, count amount of the money, no Everest

Cause I want some new Gucci, I want some Versace, my bitch say she want some

Giuseppes

So soon as hit up my ese, I get the P’s off, and come play on the block,

ain’t no Tetris

My men from the valley, my loud came from Denver, money the first thing,

that’s on my agenda

Walk in the club, make it feel like September, money fall like October,

could tell I’m a winner

Just look at my wrist, make it feel like December, it’s covered in ice,

like the middle of winter

You see my side piece, and you wish you could hit her (I fuck her tonight,

and tomorrow forget her!)

No Benihanas for dinner, glasses of Aces all for dinner, since I remember

AM I get up, get this workout, I ain’t talking no sit-ups, with this weed,

guess you could

Call me a vendor, if I’m on then we on, I put on my niggas, by PM

I’m counting this money, my bitch said «You coming to bed?»

and I told her «Ho,

give me a minute!»

I wake up in the morning and I get straight to the money

From AM to PM I keep them presidents coming

I made something from nothing

I just bought me a coupe

I pop the top with one button, ain’t got no use for no roof

From AM to PM, from AM to PM from AM to PM

From AM to PM, from AM to PM, from AM to PM

I wake up in the morning and I get straight to the money

Before I go to bed, make sure I count up all hunnids

Walk in my closet, it look like the mall, draped in designer, no keys for my

cars

Walk in the club and we balling, my section got bottles I ain’t got no use for

no bar

My diamonds is VV, I see yours is cloudy, take one look at me, you could see

ain’t no flaws

These bitches they love me, they see I throw money, I make her ass give me a

round of applause

AM to PM, AM to PM, I get this money from AM to PM

Your bitch she a groupie, I might fuck your BM, buy her a BM, all in my DMs

Got rich off this weed and this rap, fuck with the robbers, still hang in the

trap

AM I’m spending this money so I can go re-up, by PM I’m bringing it back

I wake up in the morning and I get straight to the money

From AM to PM I keep them presidents coming

I made something from nothing, I just bought me a coupe

I pop the top with one button, ain’t got no use for no roof

From AM to PM, from AM to PM from AM to PM

From AM to PM, from AM to PM, from AM to PM

I wake up in the morning and I get straight to the money

Before I go to bed, make sure I count up all hunnids

I finness scales, cause when everything go bad, I know it won’t fail

I keep clientele, If your product one hundred, it’s gon' sell itself

Make my way to the bail, trapping got weed and got bars like a jail

I started with P’s now, it’s trips to AZ, use ammonia to kill all the smell

Ain’t shit you could tell me, I’m a real dope boy, like Tommy and 'Veli

Streets love Flockavelli, 24 hours, block rolling like Kelly

Brand new AP, that new car you driving, it cost me like three

Got it all on my own, ain’t need nobody’s help, all I needed was bags of some

of tree

I wake up in the morning and I get straight to the money

From AM to PM I keep them presidents coming

I made something from nothing

I just bought me a coupe

I pop the top with one button, ain’t got no use for no roof

From AM to PM, from AM to PM from AM to PM

From AM to PM, from AM to PM, from AM to PM

I wake up in the morning and I get straight to the money

Before I go to bed, make sure I count up all hunnids