Waves
I'm just me
This new fashion put my bitch in Givenchy
Get this sack, I get them bands lonely
They be acting like they my homie
He want static, call my niggas they gon bring
Automatics
Nigga run up on me let em have it
Tens, twenties, fifties in my mattress
Ten bands in my fucking jacket
Yeah I went through my fucking trials (trials)
I came up with my own style (style)
Throw the money in a tame pile (pile)
Getting rich off WAV files (files)
Wanna ride my wave now (nile)
Can't call my phone, can't dial (uh uh uh)
Found myself in the same predicament not switching up
I can't take a break till mama got a Bentley truck
I can't take a break till mama kicking up her feet (yeah)
I can't take a break till I fulfill her every need (yeah)
And my nephew wanna grow up and be just like me (yeah)
So I gotta show him how to live it (yeah)
I'm just me
This new fashion put my bitch in givenchy
Get this sack, I get them bands lonely
They be acting like they my homie
He want static, call my niggas they gon bring
Automatics
Nigga run up on me let em have it
Tens, twenties, fifties in my mattress
Ten bands in my fucking jacket
This new fashion put my bitch in Givenchy
Get this sack, I get them bands lonely
They be acting like they my homie
He want static, call my niggas they gon bring
Automatics
Nigga run up on me let em have it
Tens, twenties, fifties in my mattress
Ten bands in my fucking jacket
Yeah I went through my fucking trials (trials)
I came up with my own style (style)
Throw the money in a tame pile (pile)
Getting rich off WAV files (files)
Wanna ride my wave now (nile)
Can't call my phone, can't dial (uh uh uh)
Found myself in the same predicament not switching up
I can't take a break till mama got a Bentley truck
I can't take a break till mama kicking up her feet (yeah)
I can't take a break till I fulfill her every need (yeah)
And my nephew wanna grow up and be just like me (yeah)
So I gotta show him how to live it (yeah)
I'm just me
This new fashion put my bitch in givenchy
Get this sack, I get them bands lonely
They be acting like they my homie
He want static, call my niggas they gon bring
Automatics
Nigga run up on me let em have it
Tens, twenties, fifties in my mattress
Ten bands in my fucking jacket
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Writer(s): Tyler Brown
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