Jay Critch, Max B - Still Wavy lyrics
Jay Critch [Jason Critchlow] Brooklyn, NY. U.S.
[Jay Critch, Max B - Still Wavy lyrics]
Shit
A grand slam, this a curveball
I put the wiki-wiki wax on my surfboard
I could bring the city back on my surfboard
I let you niggas piggyback on my surfboard
I left the people with a wave
And they ain't even know
I let 'em use the studio
And they ain't even blow
Even booked some nightclubs to pay
Me for my flows (Pay me)
I put the love, they ain't even show
See, I knew that you was
Never mistreated in the past
I want the truth, beat it out your ass
Damn, baby cheated in my stash
But it never really mattеred
She needed thе cash
It was just a couple dollars
Three to four hundred
See, I ride my own waves, I need it
Never want it
So what you say? Complete it in the summer
Niggas be jizz on my sneakers
Keep 'em comin'
Cop the GT Porsche, she drive it off the lot
I make a bitch detour, my ride to the top
I hit the club, niggas hungry, then sit down
Yeah i want the top, solidified spot
Only wavy-ass bitch you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on
Ayy (Hey) , young nigga greedy for the cash (Cash)
I'll trade the Buick for the Benz
And speed it right past (Skrrt)
You know a nigga always good
Where you seein' me at (Seein' me at)
I never needed the attention
Just needed these bags
I'm on the block movin' the O's
I needed these packs
That money turn niggas to hoes
I seen it in the past (Seen it in the past)
And everything a nigga know
I seen it on the ave
Hood Fav, came from bands in the mattress
(Hood Fav)
We trapped in the cold with no jacket
Took some losses, ain't give passes
They talkin', they use me for captions
They wish I'd fall
But we still live in action
(Still live in action)
My Harlem bitch stay tryna hold on a ratchet
Double-R truck
Countin' up all the bright bills
And they never get it
So they don't know how the light feel
(They don't know how the light feel)
My diamonds is shinin' like my shit
Came with a light bill
(Came with a light bill)
Said she got it done
But this shit feelin' type real
These niggas not one hundred
These niggas is type real
Tell all of them niggas get
Gone with the iffy shit
(Gone with the iffy shit)
One false move, shooter draw
He ain't missin' shit
(Draw, he ain't missin' shit)
Lotta clean money, some dirty
What's the difference?
(Some dirty, what's the difference)
And I had my back to the wall
But I'm gettin' it (But, I'm gettin' it)
Money was talkin', we the only ones listenin'
Brodie bring that pack to your door
He deliver it had to make it back through
The storm in my Timberlands (Hey)
Cop the GT Porsche, she drive it off the lot
I make a bitch detour, my ride to the top
I hit the club, niggas hungry, then sit down
Yeah i want the top, solidified spot
Only wavy-ass bitch you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on
A grand slam, this a curveball
I put the wiki-wiki wax on my surfboard
I could bring the city back on my surfboard
I let you niggas piggyback on my surfboard
I left the people with a wave
And they ain't even know
I let 'em use the studio
And they ain't even blow
Even booked some nightclubs to pay
Me for my flows (Pay me)
I put the love, they ain't even show
See, I knew that you was
Never mistreated in the past
I want the truth, beat it out your ass
Damn, baby cheated in my stash
But it never really mattеred
She needed thе cash
It was just a couple dollars
Three to four hundred
See, I ride my own waves, I need it
Never want it
So what you say? Complete it in the summer
Niggas be jizz on my sneakers
Keep 'em comin'
Cop the GT Porsche, she drive it off the lot
I make a bitch detour, my ride to the top
I hit the club, niggas hungry, then sit down
Yeah i want the top, solidified spot
Only wavy-ass bitch you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on
Ayy (Hey) , young nigga greedy for the cash (Cash)
I'll trade the Buick for the Benz
And speed it right past (Skrrt)
You know a nigga always good
Where you seein' me at (Seein' me at)
I never needed the attention
Just needed these bags
I'm on the block movin' the O's
I needed these packs
That money turn niggas to hoes
I seen it in the past (Seen it in the past)
And everything a nigga know
I seen it on the ave
Hood Fav, came from bands in the mattress
(Hood Fav)
We trapped in the cold with no jacket
Took some losses, ain't give passes
They talkin', they use me for captions
They wish I'd fall
But we still live in action
(Still live in action)
My Harlem bitch stay tryna hold on a ratchet
Double-R truck
Countin' up all the bright bills
And they never get it
So they don't know how the light feel
(They don't know how the light feel)
My diamonds is shinin' like my shit
Came with a light bill
(Came with a light bill)
Said she got it done
But this shit feelin' type real
These niggas not one hundred
These niggas is type real
Tell all of them niggas get
Gone with the iffy shit
(Gone with the iffy shit)
One false move, shooter draw
He ain't missin' shit
(Draw, he ain't missin' shit)
Lotta clean money, some dirty
What's the difference?
(Some dirty, what's the difference)
And I had my back to the wall
But I'm gettin' it (But, I'm gettin' it)
Money was talkin', we the only ones listenin'
Brodie bring that pack to your door
He deliver it had to make it back through
The storm in my Timberlands (Hey)
Cop the GT Porsche, she drive it off the lot
I make a bitch detour, my ride to the top
I hit the club, niggas hungry, then sit down
Yeah i want the top, solidified spot
Only wavy-ass bitch you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on