Wake Em Up - Saucy Santana

Can’t dress like this, make em add it up

No competition sis, you ain’t bad enough

Bitch you gotta

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

1942 got me fucked up

No hands, 20 bands in the booty club

It’s me, Ms. Drama ready to cause problems

All kinds shit wit' you and yo baby momma

She talkin' bout period, I’m lookin' for a comma (Ow)

Classy like Michelle and my bank on Obama

Need a man that respect me, Philippe Patek me

Give me head, not a headache, don’t stress me

Love don’t cost a thing (Nah)

And I don’t think you locked in wit' a diamond ring

That only makes you sorry (Bye)

Behind the scenes, we like Nicki and Safaree

On IG, flexed up in your Ferrari

In your close friends with a bitch eatin' calamari (Tired)

I wanna know what you take me for?

(Who)

Yeah, I met you at the club

But I’m not ya baby momma though (Nah)

You wanna leave, let me close the door (Bye)

Don’t need no crab ass nigga tryna keep me in a figure 4

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Can’t dress like this, make em add it up

No competition sis, you ain’t bad enough

Bitch you gotta

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

1942 got me fucked up

No hands, 20 bands in the booty club

Ya nigga tryna holla, but I’m curvin'

Gotta find me a nigga that’s worthy

Cause he a clown ass nigga, Eddie Murphy (Hehe)

I’m finna sit court side in another nigga’s jersey

How you let that bitch call my phone?

(Why)

And she sendin' me receipts, what type of shit you on?

I ain’t sittin' all alone, stressin' and cryin' at home (Nah)

I’m finna call Bankroll, I’m bout to make me a song (Bankroll got it)

I’m tired of goin' through ya phone

It only prove that you did me wrong

She in ya phone shakin' ass in tho-tho-thong

Your ass is grass, kiss my ass

Boy, I’m go-go-gone (I'm gone)

What he don’t do, then another man will (Yeah)

To have me, man a nigga would kill

Not Destiny, hell naw, I can’t cater

Don’t want a Lil Baby, I’m fellin' like Jayda (Wah, wah, wah)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake the fuck up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Can’t dress like this, make em add it up (Nah)

No competition sis, you ain’t bad enough

Bitch you gotta

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

Wake em up (Wake em up, what the fuck)

Wake em up (Wake em up)

1942 got me fucked up

No hands, 20 bands in the booty club