Wake up in the mornin feelin like P-ditty, grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gunna hit this city. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of jack, cause when I leave for the night,

I aint coming back. I'm talking pedicures on our toes, toes, trying on all our clothes, clothes, boys blowing up our phones, phones. Drop-toppin playing our favorite cds, rolling up to the parties