A$AP Rocky – Wavybone (feat. Juicy J x UGK) Lyrics

A$AP Rocky – Wavybone (feat. Juicy J x UGK) Lyrics
Wavybone
A$AP Rocky (feat. Juicy J x UGK)
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    "Wavybone." - A$AP Rocky (feat. Juicy J x UGK)

    Album: AT.LONG.LAST.A$AP
    Track No: 12
    The hustle continues
    Gettin' money is, gettin' money is
    Put your mind to something you want
    Gettin' money is
    It come true
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought you knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought y'all knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you baby)
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I remember all the nights
    On different corners spittin', pitchin' water
    Now I'm richer off the shit I thought of
    From the home of the richest ballers
    I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter
    This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered
    I went to France and almost got deported
    The fans is screaming when I hit the border
    I visit Nice like it's my sister's daughter
    Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all
    Poor without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order
    And do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shit
    When I'm spittin' lines 'bout the section lines
    I sit these kids who listen for us
    I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact
    Get money, yeah, I do that, thought you knew that
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought you knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought y'all knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you, baby)
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    Candy low slider, I'm a soul survivor
    Keep a Sweet in my visor, bitch I'm keepin' it liver
    Than the average Joe, I think fast, talk slow
    He think he want a war but he don't really wanna go
    Need to get me some head from Sheryl Crow
    A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow
    You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes
    Now I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the blues
    I'm touchin' on her cot, I put her on the block
    You think I'm startin' over, bitch I ain't never stop
    Poppin' the trunk, and testin' the pills
    Don't give a fuck about where you're from
    Don't give a fuck about how you feel
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought you knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought y'all knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you baby)
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James
    Got a group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne
    The Louis store, I drop bands, the Gucci store, I drop bands
    Prada store, I went HAM, my left wrist, it cost a Lam'
    Your girlfriend a groupie, like Trident, she wanna chew me
    Hell naw, I ain't cuffin' 'em, I'm a dog just like Snoopy
    And when I leave the mall, it's sold out, erryday shoppin'
    Taylor Gang, blowin' money, $50,000 on wrist watches
    $100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags
    Bitch I came from having nothin', damn right I have to brag
    Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid ****, get a body bag
    All I talk is money ho, rich **** don't lollygag
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought you knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    I thought y'all knew
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you, baby)
    Gettin' money is (What I do, falling in love with you)
    Gettin' money is the main reason most people wake up
    The root of why most relationships is startin' break ups
    While **** get haircuts, and bitches do makeup
    While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up
    It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar
    Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar
    Real up in your field, and man it make you wanna holler
    Say your prayer for a player, amen, inshallah
    Been like that, ain't a damn thing change
    Money on mind, the red of my brains
    Candy paint is gonna drip that stain
    Lean on left, the grip of my grain
    See ain't a damn thing change but the weather
    So If you ain't breakin' bread, then we can't even sit together
    Gettin' money is (What I, do)

    Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Jordan Houston, Chad Butler, Hector Delgado, Bernard Freeman, Willie Mitchell, Yvonne Mitchell, Lawrence Seymour & Earl Randle.

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