Paroles Porsche gt3 - rs Rick Ross

Porsche gt3 - rs

God—

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord)
Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Porsche)
Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Porsche)
Any pressure, I'ma spin the block for my boys (Boys)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord; Woo)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)
(Lord) Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

Pull up to the club, I got a valet all th? toys (Toys)
Let her see the diamonds, th?n I hit her with the voice (Voice)
Couple niggas with me, bitch, it's time to make a choice (Choice)
Shooters move in silence, so don't make me bring the noise (Noise)
Go on, get the money just to blow it is the point (Point; Point)
Never turn a rat, I rather do it in the joint (Joint; Joint)
If the clique some bitches, time to go get a divorce (Divorce; 'Vorce)
Pull up in the hood, paper tag on my new Porsche (Porsche; Woo)
Got a hundred kilos, boy, I'm fuckin' with Detroit (Detroit; 'Troit)
Countin' all the money, yeah, you know I'm unemployed ('Ployed; Yeah, no job)
Four full pockets for the bitches I enjoyed ('Joyed, why?)
I got the fentanyl, pink cocaine, and the boy (Boy)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord; Lord)
Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)
Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)
Any pressure, I'ma spin the block for my boys (Boys)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord; Woo)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)
(What? What? What?) Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)

KaySo daddy took the stand and told on his boy
Nigga been a rat, another police on the force
Fuck your diabetes, bitch, we kickin' in the door
I thought you dealin' dope, but, boy, you runnin' for the floor
Catch me in the kitchen for the toast, I'm whippin' yayo
Beach Boys, suck the dick on my new boat
Uh-huh (Uh-huh), uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh (Uh-huh), uh-huh (Uh-huh)
(Woo)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord)
Need to hit the streets, I need the money for a Porsche (Lord)
Dealin' heroin, my molly nigga call it "Boy"
Pull up club, and let me time to valet all the toys (Toys)

Wake up in the morning, send a prayer to the Lord (Lord; Lord)
Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche (Lord)
Then I hit the streets, I need some money for a Porsche
Any pressure, I'ma spin the block for my boys (Boys)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord; Woo)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Lord)
Wake up in the morning, send a prayer up to the Lord (Woo)