Lil Baby – Ride My Wave Lyrics

Ride My Wave

Lil Baby

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"Ride My Wave." - Lil Baby

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:04 pm

Album: Too Hard

Track No: 06

(Run that money counter, baby)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last night I didn't come home
My bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know
I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no ho
I been on some other shit
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 waitin' on the mailman
We had to track it, he had the packet
Soon as we get it, the pack in
Thirty minutes later, racks in
Thousand dollar belts for my pants
Ridin' round beating, I'm the man
I can get them bags on demand
Count the money fast with my hands
Shooters, they gon' shoot on my command
Got these bands, dawg
Hope I didn't go get it for real
I went and got it for real (Yeah, yeah)
They tryna tell me to chill
This just the way that I live (Yeah, yeah)
I be on syrup for real
I just keep buyin' these seals (Yeah, yeah)
I know I'm never gon' squeal
I ain't give a damn how they feel (Yeah, yeah)
Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the road to riches (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches (Yeah, yeah)
DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches (Yeah, yeah)
They tryna ride my wave
They tryna ride my wave
Last night I didn't come home
My bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know
I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no ho
I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich
Tryna get my brothers rich
Last night I didn't come home
My bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know
I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no ho
I been on some other shit
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 deal, so I'ma put him on
Couple **** talkin' flaw
They all sing the same songs
Get a **** left on the yard for a cellphone
I got some young **** ready to crash out
I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot
And I'ma hold it down for the have-nots
I still remember times I ain't have nothing
I ain't no greedy ****, you can have some
All of my **** eatin', go and ask 'em
They don't want no smoke, they got asthma
Bitch, I'm a street **** I ain't no rapper
They should put me on a runway
Drippin' like a sundae
Make yo' bitch see how this dick taste
A million off a mixtape
**** hate but I just dictate
I control the shots
Boy, I control the block
Boy, I control that rock
Yeah, you gon' need a way bigger surfboard (Surfboard)
Got a lot of money but I want more (Want more)
Go and get that paper, I ain't have no choice (No choice)
My son gon' be a boss 'cause he's my firstborn (Firstborn)
Last night I didn't come home
My bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know
I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no ho
I been on some other shit
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 ho
I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich
Tryna get my brothers rich

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones.

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