Ride My Wave

(Run that money counter, baby)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Last night I didn't come home

My bitch probably think I was cheating

She don't even know

I was sleepin' on the low

Ain't got time for no ho

I been on some other shit

Tryna get my mother rich

Tryna get my brothers rich

They tryna ride my wave

I had to switch it up

They tryna ride in my lane

I had to buck a left

I had to cut off my feet to save myself

Stayed down and went and raised my wealth

We was waitin' on the mailman

We had to track it, he had the packet

Soon as we get it, the pack in

Thirty minutes later, racks in

Thousand dollar belts for my pants

Ridin' round beating, I'm the man

I can get them bags on demand

Count the money fast with my hands

Shooters, they gon' shoot on my command

Got these bands, dawg

Hope I didn't go get it for real

I went and got it for real (Yeah, yeah)

They tryna tell me to chill

This just the way that I live (Yeah, yeah)

I be on syrup for real

I just keep buyin' these seals (Yeah, yeah)

I know I'm never gon' squeal

I ain't give a damn how they feel (Yeah, yeah)

Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the road to riches (Yeah, yeah)

Lil' Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches (Yeah, yeah)

DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches (Yeah, yeah)

They tryna ride my wave

They tryna ride my wave

Last night I didn't come home

My bitch probably think I was cheating

She don't even know

I was sleepin' on the low

Ain't got time for no ho

I been on some other shit

Tryna get my mother rich

Tryna get my brothers rich

Last night I didn't come home

My bitch probably think I was cheating

She don't even know

I was sleepin' on the low

Ain't got time for no ho

I been on some other shit

Tryna get my mother rich

Tryna get my brothers rich

I just got a call from my dawg, he just came home

Told me that he got out on his deal, so I'ma put him on

Couple **** talkin' flaw

They all sing the same songs

Get a **** left on the yard for a cellphone

I got some young **** ready to crash out

I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot

And I'ma hold it down for the have-nots

I still remember times I ain't have nothing

I ain't no greedy ****, you can have some

All of my **** eatin', go and ask 'em

They don't want no smoke, they got asthma

Bitch, I'm a street **** I ain't no rapper

They should put me on a runway

Drippin' like a sundae

Make yo' bitch see how this dick taste

A million off a mixtape

**** hate but I just dictate

I control the shots

Boy, I control the block

Boy, I control that rock

Yeah, you gon' need a way bigger surfboard (Surfboard)

Got a lot of money but I want more (Want more)

Go and get that paper, I ain't have no choice (No choice)

My son gon' be a boss 'cause he's my firstborn (Firstborn)

Last night I didn't come home

My bitch probably think I was cheating

She don't even know

I was sleepin' on the low

Ain't got time for no ho

I been on some other shit

Tryna get my mother rich

Tryna get my brothers rich

They tryna ride my wave

I had to switch it up

They tryna ride in my lane

I had to buck a left

Ain't got time for no ho

I been on some other shit

Tryna get my mother rich

Tryna get my brothers rich