ASAP Rocky - Wavybone Lyrics
[Intro: Juicy J]The hustle continuesGettin' money is, gettin' money isPut your mind to, something you wantGetin' money is, gettin' money isIt come true[Hook: Juicy J]Gettin' money is what I do, thought you knewGettin' money is what I doGettin' money is what I doGettin' money is what I do[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]I remember all the nights on different corners spittin' pitchin' waterNow I'm richer off the shit I thought ofFrom the home of the richest ballersI'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. PorterThis picture all the jiggy shit I orderedI went to France and almost got deportedThe fans is screaming when I hit the borderI visit Nice like it's my sisters daughterVision broad, I thought of all the different kids and allWhore without a sip of water, time to get my shit in orderAnd do somethin' different, gettin' tired of the same old shitWhen I'm spittin' lines, 'bout the section lines, I sit you kids who listen for usI see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true factGet money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that[Hook][Verse 2: Pimp C]Candy low slider, I'm a sole survivorKeep a suite in my riser, ***** I'm keepin' it liverDid not envy Joe, I thank fans, talk slowHe think he want a war but he don't really wanna goGettin' me some head from Sheryl CrowA helluva blow, from a millionaire snowYou can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoesNow I'm puttin' em on the spot, I give a ho the bluesI'm touchin' on a *****, I put her on the blockYou think I'm startin' over, ***** I ain't never stopPoppin' the trunk, and testin' the pillsDon't give a ***** bout where you're fromDon't give a ***** bout how you feel[Hook][Verse 3: Juicy J]I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich ***** like Rick JamesGotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in this gameThe Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bandsPrada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lambYour girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew meHell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just like SnoopyAnd when I leave the mall it's sold out, erryday shoppin'Taylor gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist watches100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, ***** pack your bags***** I came from hell and nothin', damn right I have to bragTry me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bagAll I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag[Hook][Verse 4: Bun B]Get money is the main reason most people wake upThe root of why most relationships is startin' break upsWhile niggas get haircuts, and *****es do makeupWhile we take their penitentiary chances, we shake upIt's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollarSome is in the streets and some is workin' blue collarReal up in your field and man it make you wanna hollerSay your prayer for a player, amen inshallahBeen like that, ain't a damn thing changeMoney on mind, the red of my brainCandy paint is gonna drip that stainLean on left, the grip of my grainSee ain't a damn thing change but the weatherSo If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together[Outro]Gettin' money is what I do
