Motion Gang / Wavy Gang

Lyrics

[Intro: G.T.] Ayy (Brrt), yeah It's that feeling, nigga, when you wake up in a penthouse, nigga (I love when Cartier get in this bitch, man, he motivate me) Rolls truck in the driveway, nigga, Lamb' truck in the driveway, nigga (We was together strugglin', that's why this shit forever with us) Yeah, that big money shit (Everybody, man) Ayy, yeah, ayy, nigga (Come on, come on, come on) [Verse 1: G.T.] Cut them niggas off, I know they lyin' White presi' on my left wrist, Joe Biden (Joe Biden) White Rolls-Royce Ghost, yeah, ghost-ridin' Glock hot like you stuck your hand in the oven I be runnin' to the— to that money, I be— uh Hundred racks look small when it's all hundreds Wavy gang, navy gang, know you heard of us Cop more than ten and you can get the Larry Bird number That's thirty-three, is you slow? That's the Bird number This a V12, I step on it then I burn rubber [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] I got limo on the tint, Lord, I repent (Yeah) Really must be somethin', hoes see me, take a pic (C'mon) The lights fuckin' with my eyes now (Yeah) Popped off, I'm high as God now Glock 19, Raja, boy, back up (Yeah) Tell her mama keep her mouth shut and her ass up Every time I see Wockhardt, that's my last cup (Every time I see it) That's what I tell myself I done sold a bag, I'm tryna sell myself Damn, my name hold weight if I scale myself (Damn, my name hold weight) [Verse 3: G.T. & Babyface Ray] I had to make some sacrifice (Yeah) Had to cut off all my vices (Yeah) Couldn't take no advice (Yeah) I ain't know when shit was gon' go right I was so broke, I ain't know I was so broke, I ain't had hope Now I got six chains and they glow Three presi's on, I ain't goin' back broke Million dollars off the rap game, million off the dope (Yeah) Chrome Heart chain to the floor like we play rock-n-roll Think this shit Ralph Lauren, nigga, but it's Saint Laurent Pitch cost five bands just to go and play the clock [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] Front door, back door, fake him out (Go) Started with a crumb, but I made a lot (Crumb) Crib in the 'burbs, used to play the block Play it safe, niggas love to hate, so I take the Glock (Yeah) Niggas lost, worried what I'm doin', I'm just chasin' guap My young bull, he an artiste, he'll paint an opp Backends top of backends, I'm a rap nigga (Yeah) San Fran with my rich friend, sippin' Act' with him (No cap)