Wave Riders

Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Woo
I been that nigga
I'm drunk off the liquor
It fuck up my liver
Maybe I should chill out and drink on some lemonade in the studio
Shoutout to Jigga
Maybe I should watch Rap City the Bassment on the couch
Shoutout to Tigga
Shoutout Julissa
That's my big big big sista
Yeah that's my nigga
Same mom same mister no I cannot forget her
Because I grew up with her
Same bathroom same mirror
She would hookup the myspace before twitter
Fuck em all
Hold up wait wait wait
Want the money out the gate
Talked to Dad the other day
Said I wanna get paid
He said hurry up son I'm workin workin workin workin like a slave
Click call my nigga Ray
Put me in the booth let's get paid
Now I'm popping like grease
All beats I see get deceased
All of my funds are increased
Baddest thing in my sheets
Always been about it about it about it about it
Don't ever talk to police
Always knew I had the talent
Once I was told by Uncle Maurice
Yeah that's my Uncle Maurice
Put a football in my hand
Said stay up out them streets
Make more than a hundred grand
Then I started rappin rappin in the booth
Straight snapping on every beat
Gettin big bout to do a meet and greet
My life is a movie
Shit got me feeling so cool
Still got much shit to prove
Whole team know I'm the truth
Nothing but white on my tooth
Business card on me
No need for all of them bands
Still wear Gucci and Versace and mix it with the vans
Numero uno like Cam
I laid her down in a Benz
She tried to put me on cam
Thinking of going vegan
But I wanna eat in a lam
You probably don't understand
All of my niggas on wave
You boys stuck in the sand
Blasting off like a rocket
Never let the hoes get outta pocket no
She know I don't need her
I got way too many options yo
Don't pull that pistol if you don't think you gon pop it no
Just seen that new G-Wagon I think I'm bout to cop it yo
Me and Ray been working
Kinda hard to keep focus
Strap up on these hoes
They givin out hocus pocus
Keep the snakes out the grass
Watching out for the locusts
Granny said God chose us
Gotta move her off Posa
I don't need to roll blunts
But I can smoke when I want
My battery in the trunk
Five star restaurant
I know I'm the man
Henny spillin on my hand
Got a baddie out in France
All my girls got bands
All my girls got a man
Yeah I know that's low
But I don't give a fuck though
I'm tryin to bust a nut ho
I been working on my craft
Rappin hard for this cash
Fuckin with college bitches that mastered in math
What else can you add
Made a song called the business
Couple months later me and Michael opened up a business
I don't ask for no permission
I just go out there and get it
Whole family here to witness
Me I'm just getting commission
I been poppin in the city
Yall new rappers rap is so shitty ah
I want the money like Diddy
Only hundred and fifties
Ray came up with a plan
Execute for the fam
We ain't on the same page
Getting knocked out on stage
Don't play around with me we are not buddy buddy buddy no
Yall niggas so wack think yall good yall Joe Budden
Who the fuck made him the voice of hip-hop all of a sudden
Yall mad my shit fit and yall shit can't cut it whoa