Wavy B Side ft. Alex Cook Lyrics

Oo-oo-oo, oo-ay

(Okay-ay, we on the way-ay-ay)

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo

(Alright, OK, OK)

Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay

(What exactly were you looking for?)

Melodies, I got hella heat and they want a piece

Jealousy, oh well, c'est la vie, I mean honestly

Can I be without them tryna beef? I'm asking kindly

I'm a fiend, that's a guarantee–I mean, I get mean

Flow is clean, but it's more than neat, I'm cool like AFC

Totally out your entire league, so just don't try with me

Stunt on me, I've been in a mood for about a week

Heavenly, I do good deeds, but it's nothing sweet

We on lock, got the vision finna pop (Yeah)

I don't really wanna talk about it, but you know I really want it all (Got it made)

Oh yeah, oh no, alright

It's a blessing when I wake up, know that's right (Yeah, yeah)

I know that's right, yeah (Mm-hmm)

Steady hatin' ain't the wave, man (Nah)

Commas in my pocket, know I got it that's the game plan

Oh yeah, oh no, uh

Gotta stop it, need to stop it (Yeah)

(Shorty only with me for my profit)

And you know I'm poppin'

Got a lotta cheddar in my pocket, that's the wave

If I–If I like it then I gotta cop it–I don't play, man

Gainin' all these riches need the profit–that's the game plan

Amen, oh my

Gleamin' teeth is shinin', canines sorta blindin'

She said she into me, I guess she feel enlightened

I'm checkin' out shorty–that cake is mad enticin'

That look she givin' me–hard not to feel invited

Word on the block, yeah, I'm the new figure on top, yeah

All of this guap–I'm spreadin' out all of the props

To my family, to the whole world

To my enemies, even my old girl

Can't tell me how my brothers eatin' now

Got the caviar goin' 'round

Know we too swayzy, know my playas wavy

Ooo

Yeah, yeah

I got heat (Yuh)

She got that Golden Fleece (Yeah, yeah)

Doesn't rock a brand, yet her fashion's still a piece

She said she in school (Uh)

I'm a young bull

I think I'ma pull (Yeah, yeah)

I think I'ma be a fool (Yuh)

I'm tryna hit her up on Zoom

Cordo Belladonna, what's new?

F. Cook comin' in too

Get behind me, Satan give me room

Yeah, plates made of gold and the gold's passed around (Yeah, yeah)

Those inside my circle–I don't let 'em touch the ground, yeah (Yuh)

I'ma touch the sun, touch the sun with the sound

I'ma keep it going, keep it going 'til I'm crowned, yeah

Oh-oh, she just wanna give it all slow-oh (Uh)

Dancin' for her man it's a show-oh (Yeah)

Bacchus in my veins and my soul, yeah (Ay)

I'ma numb the pain let it go, yeah

And you know I'm poppin'

Got a lotta cheddar in my pocket–that's the wave, man

If I like it then I gotta cop it–I don't play, man

Gainin' all these riches need the profit