Wipe Out
Yeah, ha, ok, money talk money fuckin' walk
That's a paper trail
Niggas fake, niggas moving slow, they some fucking snails
Everyday research for some knowledge so I can excel
Bitches hate tried to steal my wave but they ain't doing well
Pussy bitch you can't ride my wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave but she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer you gon' wipe out
Like some grease on the damn stove you get wiped out
When I'm famous I ain't throwing no ones
I remember they use to throw me crumbs
Still now they don't show no love
I dont care, I'ma get the job done
Work hard and I'ma run up a check
I'ma make sure that my family set
Swear to God I hate a nine to five
But I'ma go hard and get my money right
Get the money make it multiply
I remember I used to pop seals
Then I found out it wasn't my deal
I was going through a lot of things
Emotions like a roller coaster really had me feeling all type of ways
Summer sixteen damn I swear that whole year was like a tidal wave
Even if you stack up
Some things happen in life
You just gotta have the motivation
To keep going and to always try
Car accident I could've died
Thank God that I'm still alive
Doing music 'til the day I die
Fourteen to eleven 'til the day die
Money talk money fuckin' walk
That's a paper trail
Niggas fake, niggas moving slow, they some fucking snails
Everyday research for some knowledge so I can excel
Bitches hate tried to steal my wave but they ain't doing well
Pussy bitch you can't ride my wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave but she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer you gon' wipe out
Like some grease on the damn stove you get wiped out
You was never wavy like me bitch you better pipe down
I done set the wave now they tryna copy my style
Talking hot we gon' cross you out like some white out
I ain't catching feelings baby said I'm catching flights now
You was never wavy like me bitch you better pipe down
I done set the wave now they tryna copy my style
Talking hot we gon' cross you out like some white out
I ain't catching feelings baby said I'm catching flights now
Pussy bitch you can't ride my wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave but she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer you gon' wipe out
Like some grease on the damn stove you get wiped out
That's a paper trail
Niggas fake, niggas moving slow, they some fucking snails
Everyday research for some knowledge so I can excel
Bitches hate tried to steal my wave but they ain't doing well
Pussy bitch you can't ride my wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave but she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer you gon' wipe out
Like some grease on the damn stove you get wiped out
When I'm famous I ain't throwing no ones
I remember they use to throw me crumbs
Still now they don't show no love
I dont care, I'ma get the job done
Work hard and I'ma run up a check
I'ma make sure that my family set
Swear to God I hate a nine to five
But I'ma go hard and get my money right
Get the money make it multiply
I remember I used to pop seals
Then I found out it wasn't my deal
I was going through a lot of things
Emotions like a roller coaster really had me feeling all type of ways
Summer sixteen damn I swear that whole year was like a tidal wave
Even if you stack up
Some things happen in life
You just gotta have the motivation
To keep going and to always try
Car accident I could've died
Thank God that I'm still alive
Doing music 'til the day I die
Fourteen to eleven 'til the day die
Money talk money fuckin' walk
That's a paper trail
Niggas fake, niggas moving slow, they some fucking snails
Everyday research for some knowledge so I can excel
Bitches hate tried to steal my wave but they ain't doing well
Pussy bitch you can't ride my wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave but she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer you gon' wipe out
Like some grease on the damn stove you get wiped out
You was never wavy like me bitch you better pipe down
I done set the wave now they tryna copy my style
Talking hot we gon' cross you out like some white out
I ain't catching feelings baby said I'm catching flights now
You was never wavy like me bitch you better pipe down
I done set the wave now they tryna copy my style
Talking hot we gon' cross you out like some white out
I ain't catching feelings baby said I'm catching flights now
Pussy bitch you can't ride my wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave but she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer you gon' wipe out
Like some grease on the damn stove you get wiped out
Credits
Writer(s): Mindy Jean Gilles
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