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

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 go 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 go 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

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'm a 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'm a 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 mix tape

Niggas hate but I just dictate

I control the shots

Boy I control the block

Boy I control that rock

You go 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 go 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

They tryna ride my wave I had to switch it up

They tryna ride in my lane I had to buck a left

Ain't got time for no hoes I been on some other shit

Tryna get my mother rich tryna get my brothers rich