Max B - West Coast Wave lyrics
[Max B - West Coast Wave lyrics]
I'm just tryna fuck with the
Hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggas and these bitches
Keep money on my mind i be tryna rake up the
Dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind
What's the day that you was born (God bless)
I love my family
I love my music more than I
Love wakin' up in the morn'
When niggas stopping my cheese
Lukewarm niggas, i'm hotter than sand beach
When it's 90 degrees
Ain't no stopping my gang
I average a tripe double, my Jimmy trouble
Niggas can only hope to contain
I can come around and spray and
Then throw it in your brain
How many niggas that got a better style
You thought I was good before
You say I'm better now
Waving the P-89 and the grey Beretta round
Better duck when I pull it
I leave ya eardrum dipping i be flipping
Getting money and steady tip-tipping
I'm the closest nigga to B-I
Plus I possess of the swag
With six series C-I
Drunk in the club, Jimmy better
Come and get him, he high
Please, don't let that muthafucka drive
I'm just tryna fuck with the
Hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggas and these bitches
Keep money on my mind i be tryna rake up the
Dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind
Hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggas and these bitches
Keep money on my mind i be tryna rake up the
Dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind
What's the day that you was born (God bless)
I love my family
I love my music more than I
Love wakin' up in the morn'
When niggas stopping my cheese
Lukewarm niggas, i'm hotter than sand beach
When it's 90 degrees
Ain't no stopping my gang
I average a tripe double, my Jimmy trouble
Niggas can only hope to contain
I can come around and spray and
Then throw it in your brain
How many niggas that got a better style
You thought I was good before
You say I'm better now
Waving the P-89 and the grey Beretta round
Better duck when I pull it
I leave ya eardrum dipping i be flipping
Getting money and steady tip-tipping
I'm the closest nigga to B-I
Plus I possess of the swag
With six series C-I
Drunk in the club, Jimmy better
Come and get him, he high
Please, don't let that muthafucka drive
I'm just tryna fuck with the
Hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggas and these bitches
Keep money on my mind i be tryna rake up the
Dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
'Cuz nigga I got that money on my mind