dro$ki & versacekev - Wave Lyrics

These niggas riding the wave
F*ck it, I'll take all the blame
These niggas ain't got no shame
Bitch I got too much sauce to complain
I could loan you some, it ain't a thang
But these niggas could never be gang
I'm a real nigga, we ain't the same
I might spend your whole rent on a chain
I might come in a f*ck up the game
I been ballin', I be making plays
I been counting and counting for days
In the clouds and I ain't been the same
I ain't coming down from wave
I been rolling up, hitting them jays
Never passing, weed straight the face
On the road, catching plane after plane

I been riding my own wave
I wanna see this shit pay off
I been working everyday
My boss wont let me take no days off
Getting rich before my days gone
Don't got a way, I gotta make one
If you known since day one
Then you know I stayed same one
With some hitters, I wont name one
They dry snitching for the fame or something
Been the shit since I came out my momma
I'm good with grammar 'cause I'm moving commas
You don't know me, please don't call this number
It's block season, I feel like Mutumbo
I been grinding for a while
If you love me say it now
'Cause niggas getting knocked down
I can't be a face in the crowd
Balling like I see a scout
The money is calling me now
Gelato is calming me down
I feel like I can't take a L
I stood up whenever I fell
So lately, my name ringing bells
That drama gone f*ck with your health
I only cuff on the belt
Or Burberry come off the shelf
They gone kick-door and f*ck with your wealth
It's too loud, I can't cover the smell
I'm taking blunts to the brain
F*ck it, I'll take all the blame
'Cause I went against the grain

These niggas riding the wave
F*ck it, I'll take all the blame
These niggas ain't got no shame
Bitch I got too much sauce to complain
I could loan you some, it ain't a thang
But these niggas could never be gang
I'm a real nigga, we ain't the same
I might spend your whole rent on a chain
I might come in a f*ck up the game
I been ballin', I be making plays
I been counting and counting for days
In the clouds and I ain't been the same
I ain't coming down from wave
I been rolling up, hitting them jays
Never passing, weed straight the face
On the road, catching plane after plane

Take the pain and I blow it away
Bitch I got too much dough to complain
But f*ck it, I want everything
Want a coupe, want a bike and a Range
Flood the chain and my wrist look the same
Bottoms red like I just hit a stain
Hit the gas, disappear David Blaine
Want the money, I don't want the fame
Run it up, give me my dollars
On my momma, I been getting commas
Riding dirty, my whip like a sauna
I ain't mixing, this no Arnold Palmer
Presidential, I feel like Obama
I been growing this green like a farmer
Getting all of these bucks like I'm Parker
Hit your bitch like a blunt, I'm gone spark her
I be all on her walls, Peter Parker
Test her out like a whip just to park her
Hit her once and she turned to a stalker
Dicked her down, so I really can't fault her
I ain't sorry I slaughtered your daughter
Niggas riding my wave, call me father
Live it up 'cause tomorrow ain't promised
Popping bottles and standing couches

These niggas riding the wave
F*ck it, I'll take all the blame
These niggas ain't got no shame
Bitch I got too much sauce to complain
I can loan you some, it ain't a thang
But these niggas could never be gang
I'm a real nigga, we ain't the same
I might spend your whole rent on a chain
I might come in a f*ck up the game
I been ballin', I be making plays
I been counting and counting for days
In the clouds and I ain't been the same
I ain't coming down from wave
I been rolling up, hitting them jays
Never passing, weed straight the face
On the road, catching plane after plane