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Ride My Wave

Ride My Wave

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Artist: Lil Baby

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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

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