Max B - West Coast Wave lyrics

rate me

Hook:

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 niggaz 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

Kuz 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 niggaz stoppin' my cheese

Lukewarm niggaz, I'm hotter than sand beach when it's 90 degrees

Ain't no stoppin' my gang

I average a tripe-double, my Jimmy trouble, niggaz can only hope to contain

I can come around and spray and then throw it in your brain

How many niggaz that got a better style

You thought I was good before, you say I'm better now

Wavin' the P-89 and the grey Beretta round

Better duck when I pull it, I leave ya eardrum dippin'

I be flippin', gettin' money and steady tip-tippin'

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

Hook:

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 niggaz 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

Kuz nigga I got that money on my mind