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Lil Baby

Ride My Wave

 

Ride My Wave

(Album: Too Hard - 2017)


Run that money counter baby

Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleeping on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

They tryna ride my wave, I had to switch it up
They tryna ride in my lane, I had to buck a left
I had to cut off my feet to save myself
Stayed down and went and raised my wealth
We was waiting on the mailman, we had to track it, he had the pack it
Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in
Thousand dollar belt for my pants
Riding round beating I'm the man
I can get them bags on demand
Count this money fast with my hands
Shooters they gon' shoot on my command
Got these bands dawg
Hope out and go get it forreal, I went and got it forreal
They tryna tell me to chill, this just the way that I live
I be on syrup forreal, I just keep buying these seals
I know I'm never gon' squeal, give a damn how they feel
Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the roads to riches
Lil Dee, sitting next to me on the road to riches
DT riding shotgun on the road to riches
They tryna ride my wave, they tryna ride my wave

Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleeping on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

I just got a call from my dawg he just came home
Told me that he got out on his dick so I'ma put him on
Couple niggas talking foul, they all seem to sang songs
Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone
Yung nigga ready to crash out, I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot
And I'ma hold it down for the havenots
I still remember times I ain't have nothing
I ain't no greedy nigga you can have some
All of my niggas eating go and ask 'em
They don't want no smoke they got asthma
Bitch I'm a street nigga I ain't no rapper
They should put on a runway, dripping like a sundae
Make yo bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape
Niggas hate but I just dictate
I control the shots
Boy I control the block
Boy I control that rock
You gon' need a way bigger surfboard
Got allot of money but I want more
Go and get that paper I ain't have no choice
My son gon' be a boss cause he's my first born

Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleeping on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

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