Now What Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You said I, you said I, ayy

Look, you said I wouldn't make it happen You said I couldn't make it happen

I rose up, you froze up your best year, I done lapped it

This Gucci baby, this Louis baby Ain't none of this shit average

Ain't none of this shit average My pros up like the Mavericks

My hoes up, they the baddest I'm swerving in and out of traffic

Forgiatos on a classic Inside blue, wood grain too

Outside, holographic Getting to the money

Couple hundred thousand, running through it like an athlete

New nigga that you got ain't got it That nigga can't match me

I said what I said, I said what I said Lil' bitch, don't at me

Man, this shit getting wavy Lifestyle steady changing

Balling on these niggas, Jordans on me, nigga I ain't even got a lace em'

Started from the bottom, really from the bottom, nigga, talking about the basement

Man, I'm talking foundation Took a minute, but I got it popping

Now I'm sitting courtside Lakers, Hanging out with the big homies

Man, I'm on a first name basis Lately, I've been on my own time

Playing Jane on the wrist Now diamond chain swinging like Barry Bonds

Money ain't everything, but a piece of mine And I got mine like a piece of pie

Never settle for less, I'm increasing mine You can keep the receipts, I don't need mine

Name good when I'm outside I feel like Suge when I'm outside (Suge)

Said I wouldn't make it happen (You said)

Said I couldn't make it happen (You said)

I rose up, you froze up Your best year I done lapped it

This Gucci baby, this Louis baby Ain't none of this shit average

This Gucci baby, this Louis baby (Ain't none of this shit average)

You was never in the loop (nah) You was never in the group (nah)

You was never number one, trust me, girl You was always number two (forreal)

I was never gonna lose (facts)

Back rubs in Hollywood Hills

Pretty Asian came through (she did) Happy ending came too

Look, money coming in, bitches coming in Gotta keep this shit jumping

Black Cullinan tints covering Gotta keep the shit running

Never falling off, elevating, dawg Like my name, K. Irving

Catch me in the coupe, y'all hated on me But I'ma keep serving

Custom fits to exotic whips Diamonds on the wrist it a blind a nigga

Getting out of line Jump off sides, this Glock 9

Redesign a nigga, I ain't with the jokes Richard Pryor, nigga

Kevin Gates, I don't get tired, nigga Mirror, mirror on the wall

I done had them all, I done seen it all

You said I couldn't make it happen You said I couldn't make it happen

You said I couldn't make it happen You said I couldn't make it happen

You said I couldn't make it happen You said I couldn't make it happen