Wave

Yea yea yea

These bitches be loving the kid I swear I had money before I was rich
Blue hundreds like lilo and stitch
Can't fuck with these n they tell to the pigs
Ocean drive posted on strip can't serve you a gram but I'll serve you a zip
And I keep that thang on my hip for n that talk out the side of their lip

All of this drip they gone drown
I knew you couldn't hold it down
Ever since I came around
These n been biting my sound

Gotta get money because I'm getting old
Not up in the gym but I'm flexing my muscles
It's a cold world so I got a cold shoulder
I'm trying to get rich everyday I'm getting closer

Gotta get rich I'm surfing the motion
Don't be surprise I got drugs on a boat
All of these n they doubted on me and I told the lil n they better die slow
I let my nuts hang low to the floor
I stayed on my 10 toes
Imma just get me a load
im gonna flip it fasho

I need them bags to run it up
I need them bags to run it up
I need them bags to run it up
I need them bags to run it up
Bags to run it up
I need them bags to run it up
I need them bags to run it up
I need them bags to run it up



Credits
Writer(s): Bruiser Bambino
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