Ayy, come here baby, your boy wavy In the club
Eyes getting lazy in the club, eyes getting lazy
Live from the VIP, lighting up the sour d homie got it right here
Got some custom kicks on homie, you don't got a pair
Don't ask a question Nigga, why don't you just disappear
Flying in them stores, dropping two bills on denim
Five for the belts, women, tryna get up in em
Crazy how they blow me, while I'm in the stores
If they do it now, imagine when we stars
Fuck all the hype, life about paper middle finger to a hater
Life about paper Billy told me get to work, do a nine to five
Told him we gon' make it work, I put this flow in overdrive
Ayy, come here baby, your boy wavy In the club, eyes getting lazy
Come here baby, your boy wavy In the club, eyes getting lazy
Back it up, girl, you got that hot, hot damn
I know you wanna, Back it up girl, you got that hot, hot damn
I know you wanna ayy, come here baby, your boy wavy
In the club, eyes getting lazy come here baby, your boy wavy
In the club, eyes getting lazy
Back up in the spot again, bitches know I'm hotter than
All these niggas screaming broke, when they know it's time to spend
When they see me, they call me Mr. money right
And I got the cookies on deck, that's three for twenty-five
When I hit the spot, bitches know i'm in it
I pull up in something flashy with the windows tinted
Big money, that's how I get it how you gon' compare a Bentley to a Honda Civic
Double c's on the shoes, she Chanel walking
Besides me, she don't even do the males often
Her eyes getting low, cause the L sparking
She staring while she back it up like parallel parking
About money, so I'm getting to the stacks I'm from Harlem
So you know my swag is to the max b in the club
I'm so wavy Shorty like, can I leave with you, baby she wanna
Back it up, girl, you got that hot, hot damn
I know you wanna, Back it up girl, you got that hot, hot damn
I know you wanna ayy, come here baby, your boy wavy
In the club, eyes getting lazy come here baby, your boy wavy
In the club, eyes getting lazy