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Ride my wave, might drown in it My wave, my wave, might drown in it Might drown, mm-mm, mm-mm, baby Might drown, look, woo Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water (You think I was playin' when I said "I'm really ballin'"? Woo) I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin' I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora When she with me she know she don't ever need no water Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's Just don't tell my baby momma nothin' From the Bronx, I got it tatted, my nigga, look I don't do no G-Wagen unless I'm with the gang, Leo, the stragglers with us We was really pushin' Ps and crackin' cars, but I couldn't say that in songs They gon' try to make a case out of what I say no matter if it was true or false All of my niggas got baptized to the streets, catch a body and talk to God My role model brought my head up at thirteen, 50 Cent taught me how to rob And then my mom moved me to Florida to finish high school and that's when I caught the charge Bought a double R, treated it like a Mercedes, girl, I swear to God And I'm from New York, you can call me baby, baby like I'm Biggie Smalls The way you be, the way you be sayin' my name, yeah I'm wavy, you throwin' it back, different angles And I used to be rockin' the same clothes SongtexteThinkin' it was okay 'cause it's Balmain, all Birkins and Tiffany for my main hoe Did it all, I retired to Palm Angels Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water (You think I was playin' when I said "I'm really ballin'"? Woo) I need two or three, just you and me, that make it borin' I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora When she with me she know she don't ever need no water Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's Just don't tell my baby momma nothin' (Just don't tell my baby momma nothin') Mm, all the water like a sea, I came in with A Boogie and PnB Thuggin', I never went to BET, but I came a long way, I'm on in the streets I'm ballin', I don't give a fuck what time it is, bitch, I'm goin' back to sleep, ayy I'm bouncin', I can call up all your steppers to knock you right off of your feet, ayy My money ran deep, rain hit my wrist, water turn to ice, ayy Oh, you know I'm cheatin'? Even when I'm wrong, bitch, I'm always right I go to New York for the jury, I go to North Miami for the Perky I put the remix on the verse, nuttin' in three bitches on purpose, you heard me Richard Mille cost a half a ounce, in a hotel tryna bust a scamp Paid three Bs for this fuckin' deal, made three hundred racks, no question I was only tryna make it for my fam', had to make it sell, it wasn't no twists I went on robberies to get designer jeans so I'm stylin' free, nigga, Funk Flex Ride my wave, you won't ever need no water (Uh-huh) (You think I was playin' when I said "I'm really ballin'"? Woo) I need two or three, just you and me, that make it borin' I don't fuck with hoes that make up stories, not Sephora When she with me she know she don't ever need no water Cheat on me, I'ma fuck your best friend, just don't get me started I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's Just don't tell my baby momma nothin' Aus Songtexte Mania