Rod Wave - Just Saying lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Just Saying lyrics]
Ooh
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag
Niggas think that they got next
I'm on that ass ooh, ayy
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' a bag
(Chasin' that bag)
Niggas think that they got next
I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass)
Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
Big homie told me
"Woadie spun off 'fore you crash"
('Fore you crash)
"You livin' a little too fast"
Feds watchin', , and the feds got him
See, if he come home, it's a damn problem
'Cause he stuck himself 'cause
The feds got you
You want beef then we headshot
Him, red dot him, everybody
She a freak, she for everybody
She gon' freak for them red bottoms
Ayy, woah oh (Ayy, ayy) woah oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah oh (Ayy, ayy) and woah oh oh, ayy
I can't love her, she for everybody
It's a shame what they do
For them red bottoms
It's the shame how they play
Better headshot him
It's a shame what they say
When the feds pop up it's my damn problem
Niggas get caught with them narcotics
I understand that you got the bands
But I ain't see a man beat
The fuckin' feds since John Gotti
But I feel that something ain't right
But I feel, fuck this shit, it's life
And shawty out in the cold, a nigga since ice
So I feel you need me in your life
Niggas hidden rumors
Ain't that fuckin' stupid
Reachin' for my cuban
I'm gon' fuckin' shoot you
Runnin' up them bands for the
Future, here go thirty cash
But I fuckin' blew it i been runnin' to it
Runnin' through it like a athlete
Jump through your window like a track meet
I be prayin' to God they don't snatch me
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag
(Chasin' that bag)
Niggas think that they got next
I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass)
Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
Big homie told me
"Woadie spun off 'fore you crash"
('Fore you crash)
"You livin' a little too fast"
Feds watchin', , and the feds got him
See, if he come home, it's a damn problem
'Cause he stuck himself 'cause
The feds got you
You want beef then we headshot
Him, red dot him, everybody
She a freak, she for everybody
She gon' freak for them red bottoms
Ayy, woah oh (Ayy, ayy) woah oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah oh (Ayy, ayy) and woah oh oh, ayy
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag
Niggas think that they got next
I'm on that ass ooh, ayy
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' a bag
(Chasin' that bag)
Niggas think that they got next
I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass)
Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
Big homie told me
"Woadie spun off 'fore you crash"
('Fore you crash)
"You livin' a little too fast"
Feds watchin', , and the feds got him
See, if he come home, it's a damn problem
'Cause he stuck himself 'cause
The feds got you
You want beef then we headshot
Him, red dot him, everybody
She a freak, she for everybody
She gon' freak for them red bottoms
Ayy, woah oh (Ayy, ayy) woah oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah oh (Ayy, ayy) and woah oh oh, ayy
I can't love her, she for everybody
It's a shame what they do
For them red bottoms
It's the shame how they play
Better headshot him
It's a shame what they say
When the feds pop up it's my damn problem
Niggas get caught with them narcotics
I understand that you got the bands
But I ain't see a man beat
The fuckin' feds since John Gotti
But I feel that something ain't right
But I feel, fuck this shit, it's life
And shawty out in the cold, a nigga since ice
So I feel you need me in your life
Niggas hidden rumors
Ain't that fuckin' stupid
Reachin' for my cuban
I'm gon' fuckin' shoot you
Runnin' up them bands for the
Future, here go thirty cash
But I fuckin' blew it i been runnin' to it
Runnin' through it like a athlete
Jump through your window like a track meet
I be prayin' to God they don't snatch me
I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag
(Chasin' that bag)
Niggas think that they got next
I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass)
Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
Big homie told me
"Woadie spun off 'fore you crash"
('Fore you crash)
"You livin' a little too fast"
Feds watchin', , and the feds got him
See, if he come home, it's a damn problem
'Cause he stuck himself 'cause
The feds got you
You want beef then we headshot
Him, red dot him, everybody
She a freak, she for everybody
She gon' freak for them red bottoms
Ayy, woah oh (Ayy, ayy) woah oh (Ayy, ayy)
And woah oh (Ayy, ayy) and woah oh oh, ayy