Water (Drowning Pt. 2) [feat. Kodak Black] [Acappella]
Ride my wave, might drown in it
My wave, my wave, might drown in it
Might drown, mm-mm, mm-mm, bae
Might drown in it, look, woo!
Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water
(You think I was playin' when I said I'm really ballin'?)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me, she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Please don't tell my baby momma nothin'
From the Bronx, I got it tatted, my nigga, look
I don't do no G-Wagon, unless I'm with the gang
Leo, the straggler's with us
We was really pushin' Ps and crackin' cars
But I couldn't say that in songs
They gon' try to make a case out of what I say
No matter if it was true or false
All of my niggas got baptized to the streets
Catch a body and talk to God
My role model brought my head up at 13
50 Cent taught me how to rob
And then my mom moved me to Florida to finish high school
And that's when I caught the charge
Bought a double R, treated it like a Mercedes, girl, I swear to God
And I'm from New York, you can call me baby, baby
Like I'm Biggie Smalls
The way you be, the way you be sayin' my name
The way you be, been throwin' it back, different angles
And I used to be rockin' the same clothes
Thinkin' it was okay 'cause it's Balmain, all
Birkins and Tiffany for my main hoe
Did it all, I retired to Palm Angels
Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water
(You think I was playin' when I said I'm really ballin'? Woo!)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me, she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Please don't tell my baby momma nothin'
(Don't tell my baby momma nothin')
Ay, all the water like a sea, I came in with A Boogie and PnB (woo!)
Thuggin', I never went to B.E.T, but I came a long way, I'm on in the streets, ayy (ahh)
I'm ballin', I don't give a fuck what time it is, bitch, I'm goin' back to sleep, ayy
I'm bouncin', I can call up all your steppers to knock you right off of your feet, ayy
My money ran deep, rain hit my wrist, water turn to ice, ayy (ahh)
Hoe, you know I'm cheatin', even when I'm wrong, bitch, I'm always right
I go to New York for the jewelry
I go to North Miami for the Perky
I put the remix on the verse
Nuttin' in three bitches on purpose, you heard me
Richard Mille cost a half a ounce
In a hotel tryna bust a scam
Paid three Bs for this fuckin' deal
Made three hundred racks, no question
I was only tryna make it for my fam
Had to make it sell, it wasn't no twists
I went on robberies to get designer jeans
So I'm stylin' free, nigga, Funk Flex
Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water (uh-huh)
(You think I was playin' when I said I'm really ballin'? Woo!)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me, she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Please don't tell my baby momma nothin'
My wave, my wave, might drown in it
Might drown, mm-mm, mm-mm, bae
Might drown in it, look, woo!
Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water
(You think I was playin' when I said I'm really ballin'?)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me, she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Please don't tell my baby momma nothin'
From the Bronx, I got it tatted, my nigga, look
I don't do no G-Wagon, unless I'm with the gang
Leo, the straggler's with us
We was really pushin' Ps and crackin' cars
But I couldn't say that in songs
They gon' try to make a case out of what I say
No matter if it was true or false
All of my niggas got baptized to the streets
Catch a body and talk to God
My role model brought my head up at 13
50 Cent taught me how to rob
And then my mom moved me to Florida to finish high school
And that's when I caught the charge
Bought a double R, treated it like a Mercedes, girl, I swear to God
And I'm from New York, you can call me baby, baby
Like I'm Biggie Smalls
The way you be, the way you be sayin' my name
The way you be, been throwin' it back, different angles
And I used to be rockin' the same clothes
Thinkin' it was okay 'cause it's Balmain, all
Birkins and Tiffany for my main hoe
Did it all, I retired to Palm Angels
Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water
(You think I was playin' when I said I'm really ballin'? Woo!)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me, she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Please don't tell my baby momma nothin'
(Don't tell my baby momma nothin')
Ay, all the water like a sea, I came in with A Boogie and PnB (woo!)
Thuggin', I never went to B.E.T, but I came a long way, I'm on in the streets, ayy (ahh)
I'm ballin', I don't give a fuck what time it is, bitch, I'm goin' back to sleep, ayy
I'm bouncin', I can call up all your steppers to knock you right off of your feet, ayy
My money ran deep, rain hit my wrist, water turn to ice, ayy (ahh)
Hoe, you know I'm cheatin', even when I'm wrong, bitch, I'm always right
I go to New York for the jewelry
I go to North Miami for the Perky
I put the remix on the verse
Nuttin' in three bitches on purpose, you heard me
Richard Mille cost a half a ounce
In a hotel tryna bust a scam
Paid three Bs for this fuckin' deal
Made three hundred racks, no question
I was only tryna make it for my fam
Had to make it sell, it wasn't no twists
I went on robberies to get designer jeans
So I'm stylin' free, nigga, Funk Flex
Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water (uh-huh)
(You think I was playin' when I said I'm really ballin'? Woo!)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora
When she with me, she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Please don't tell my baby momma nothin'
Credits
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Jocelyn Donald, Shaun Thomas, Bill Kapri, Patrick Bodi
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