Sorry 4 Da Wait Lyrics

My money, hey, my money don't mean nobody Ey Mark, you turn me up

Go, go, go Go, go, go

I'm not complaining, just figuring out If it's my money, I be in the route

Call my lil' freak, bitch, when I'm in the drought

She keep it trill, never runnin' her mouth

Fuck the designer, I trap out a teck This a AP, this a Baby Patek

I did it all, had to earn my respect

Don't make an accident niggas get wrecked

Don't make a mistake, or you niggas gon' die Niggas switched up, I'm not asking why

I'm with the chasers, I know they gon ride you Gon' die in the middle, go pick you aside

A solid young nigga, no way I can break

I cannot hang with no niggas who fake

We all gotta go, and we all gotta date It ain't too Much to say, but I'm sorry for the wait

Sold so many pounds, had to put it on hold

It ain't no question, got rich off of loads

No reason to link, I can't kick with my bros

Still get to the money still fuckin these hoes

Still get to the paper these niggas can't take us These niggas be hating we flew to Jamaica

I got older and older, these niggas got faker

I might do the Rick Owen might do the bottega

Pretty and fat, I got so many Waydas

I know you're pretty, can't come before paper

This phone be bangin', I'll talk to you later

Shit gettin' crazy, get greater and greater

Get Greater and greater, I cannot date her

She fucked a lame why the fuck would I save her

So many my niggas, then turned to some traitors

He in the sky, if he try to invade us

Niggas gon' die if they try to intrude

I'm in that mode so don't fuck up mood

Got on two Cubans, lay right on the rhude

She trynna go she just sent me some nudes

After I'm done, I'ma give her the blues

Don't run your mouth, we just play by the

rules

Niggas too tough, so they stay on the news

I heard them bullets knocked him out his shoes I'm not complaining, just figuring out If it's my money, I be in the route

Call my lil' freak, bitch, when I'm in the drought

She keep it trill, never runnin' her mouth

Fuck the designer, I trap out a teck This a AP, this a Baby Patek

I did it all, had to earn my respect

Don't make an accident niggas get wrecked

Don't make a mistake, or you niggas gon' die Niggas switched up, I'm not asking why

I'm with the chasers, I know they gon ride you Gon' die in the middle, go pick you aside

A solid young nigga, no way I can break

I cannot hang with no niggas who fake

We all gotta go, and we all gotta date It ain't too Much to say, but I'm sorry for the wait