Wavy Banx - Double Lyrics

I put them bands in a safe
I smoke the shit in your tank
Don't give a damn what you think
Bitch I been sipping this drink
Good loud got me up and away
Swear I been high for a couple of days
Niggas be cappin like they moving weight
That ain't pressure you serving that shake

Hop out the bed and feel great
Look to the Lord and I pray
I got a lot on my plate
I know that these niggas fake
Wavy nigga you know I got the juice
Spark up the pack and I go to the moon
Smashed ya shawty then I gave her to you
Went Mr. Marcus hit that hoe in my boots

Look at her like what do you want
I put an eighth in my blunt
Smoke on that shit till I'm stuck
Gelato this shit is that skunk

Don't trip ain't no reason to front
This ain't no time to be pulling them stunts
I can hit again if I hit that shit once
Quit playing girl you owe me that butt

I'm a boss and yo nigga a chump
Baby that's not a discussion
Gucci gang on me shout out lil pump
Had to get to them bands ain't no trumpets
Had to get to the money it's nothing
By all means we don't play fair
Bitches childish need daycare
If you switching side bitch stay there

Sip out the bottle until that shit empty
All of this drink probably f*ck up my kidneys
Niggas be hating they jealous and envy
Get the strap nigga shout out to 50
I got hoes like the man in the chimney
Blue bucks had to get to them Benjy's
Fly guy yeah my fashion is trendy
Check the buckle nigga this is that Fendi

I just be getting the guap
Get the money make it double
You niggas fold under pressure
I swear that I never fumble
I had to fill up the safe
Throw the money in a duffle
I had to stack up them chips
I ain't talking bout ruffles

I just be getting the guap
Get the money make it double
You niggas fold under pressure
I swear that I never fumble
I had to fill up the safe
Throw the money in a duffle
I had to stack up them chips
I ain't talking bout ruffles

I spent a bag on a fit
Big swag yeah she loving the drip
Big mad I be making em' sick
Big cash all this money can't fit
That's yo girl
Nigga come get yo bitch
Fat ass with a nice set of lips
No gym pulled that hoe off the strength
Then dip in that hoe like some chips

She scream my name like promoters
Unzip the pack smell the odor
Bitch I got bucks you got quarters
I got that juice Arizona
Please do not talk like you know us
And think that it go unnoticed
If that shit you talking is bogus
They pull up and shoot you like floaters

She wanna f*ck but its too late
I kick that hoe to the curb
You boys is sweeter than kool-aid
My squad bout that action like verbs
Told my plug I got a new play
No dancing but you can get served
New money, this a new wave
I get the bag and I splurge

I just be getting the guap
Get the money make it double
You niggas fold under pressure
I swear that I never fumble
I had to fill up the safe
Throw the money in a duffle
I had to stack up them chips
I ain't talking bout ruffles

I just be getting the guap
Get the money make it double
You niggas fold under pressure
I swear that I never fumble
I had to fill up the safe
Throw the money in a duffle
I had to stack up them chips
I ain't talking bout ruffles