Woke Up - Dave East, Tory Lanez

Doctor, I did a CAT scan on my brain this morning

And they found money on my mind, you dig

Woke up with some money on my mind (money)

Woke up with some money on my mind (money)

Woke up, counting hundreds all the time (count it up)

Woke up, eyes zoom in on my mind (money)

I said doctor (doctor), I need a CAT scan (me too)

Doctor, I need a CAT scan (me too)

Woke up with some money on my mind (run it up, run it up)

Woke up with some money on my mind (run it up, run it up)

I think 'bout this money, it got me

Fill my Backwood with biscotti

I’m Jordan, this paper be Scottie

Hope I don’t catch me a body

Fifty thousand, it won’t fit in no wallet

Public housing, we was stuck in them projects

Sixty-five, I can’t drive a Bugatti

Fell out with the plug, I’m back in with Papi

Lambo truck is all I want to get

Forty drumming on some thunder shit

Rubber grip, it hold a hundred clip

I just fell out with another bitch

I’ma get back on the late night

I think I might need a CAT scan

Fifties and hundreds my x-ray

More green than when the Jets play

Overnight then work the next day

UPS or we can Fed Ex

I’m tryna make me some money with her

After that I get the head next

Thinking back when I was dead stressed

Selling dimes, two for fifteen

Three for twenty if I’m up already

She playin' with it, tryna fuck already

Woke up with some money on my mind

Woke up with some money on my mind

Woke up, counting hundreds all the time

Woke up, I had something on my mind

I said doctor, I need a CAT scan (yo doctor)

Doctor, I need a CAT scan (money)

Woke up with some money on my mind (uh)

Woke up with some money on my mind

My pistol is black, these hundreds is blue

I’m at the bank almost every day

See this shit on me, you know that it’s true

I never gave a fuck, me and this paper stuck

This shit be feeling like glue

I Range-d the truck, how could I make this up

I’m just a nigga like you

I’m from the bottom where we gon' get money regardless

I’m not no regular artist

FN, this bitch came with a cartridge

I had that butter shit, I called it margarine

Now I make more than my teachers

I bet I black out on all of my features

Broke, I call my cousin for sneakers

Smoke, they don’t want none of that neither

Valor sweats like it’s '89

Me and Tory on some shit again

She talk about me like a cornball

Knowin' she gon' let me hit again

Militant, from the trenches, I can count up a million

Tryna wake up on an island like Gilligan

All of this money wrap me and my innocence

Woke up with some money on my mind

Woke up with some money on my mind

Woke up, counting hundreds all the time

Woke up, I had something on my mind

I said doctor, I need a CAT scan

Doctor, I need a CAT scan

Woke up with some money on my mind

Woke up with some money on my mind