Ride My Wave
 作词 : Dominique Jones
 作曲 : Dominique Jones
Last night I didn't come my ***** probably think I was cheating
She don't even know I was sleeping on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes I been on some other *****t
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 waiting 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
Riding round beating I'm the man
I can get them bags on demand
Count this money fast with my hands
Shooters they go shoot on my command
Got these bands dawg
Hope out and go get it forreal I went and got it forreal
They tryna tell me to chill this just the way that I live
I be on syrup forreal I just keep buying these seals
I know I'm never go squeal give a damn how they feel
Baby jace sitting next to me on the roads to riches
Lil dee sitting next to me on the road to riches
Dt riding shotgun on the road to riches
They tryna ride my wave they tryna ride my wave
Last night I didn't come my ***** probably think I was cheating
She don't even know I was sleeping on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes I been on some other *****t
Tryna get my mother rich tryna get my brothers rich
Last night I didn't come my ***** probably think I was cheating
She don't even know I was sleeping on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes I been on some other *****t
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 ***** so I'm a put him on
Couple *****s talking foul they all seem to sang songs
Get a ***** left on the yard for a cellphone
Yung ***** ready to crash out I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot
And I'm a hold it down for the havenots
I still remember times I ain't have nothing
I ain't no greedy ***** you can have some
All of my *****s eating go and ask em
They don't want no smoke they got asthma
***** I'm a street ***** I ain't no rapper
They should put on a runway dripping like a sundae
Make yo ***** see how this ***** taste a million off a mix tape
*****s hate but I just dictate
I control the shots
Boy I control the block
Boy I control that rock
You go need a way bigger surfboard
Got allot of money but I want more
Go and get that paper I ain't have no choice
My son go be a boss cause he's my first born
Last night I didn't come my ***** probably think I was cheating
She don't even know I was sleeping on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes I been on some other *****t
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 *****t
Tryna get my mother rich tryna get my brothers rich