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 hoes, 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 pack it

Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in

Thousand dollar belt for my pants

Ridin' round beating I'm the man

I can get them bags on demand

Count this money fast with my hands

Shooters they gon' shoot on my command

'Bout these bands dawg

Hop out and 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 give a damn how they feel, yeah yeah

Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the roads 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 hoes, 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 hoes, 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 bid so I'ma put him on

Couple niggas talkin' flawed, they all sing the same songs

Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone

I got some young nigga ready to crash out

I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot

And I'ma hold it down for the havenots

I still remember times I ain't have nothing

I ain't no greedy nigga you can have some

All of my niggas eatin' go and ask 'em

They don't want no smoke they got asthma

Bitch I'm a street nigga I ain't no rapper

They should put on a runway, drippin' like a sundae

Make yo bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape

Niggas hate but I just dictate

I control the shots

Boy I control the block

Boy I control that rock

You gon' need a way bigger surfboard

Got a lot of money but I want more

Go and get that paper I ain't have no choice

My son gon' be a boss 'cause he's my first born

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 hoes, 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 hoes, I been on some other shit

Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich