Yeah
(Okay, Treeze)

Yeah, working hard, go and get the money
You get the money, work a lil' harder
I can't keep on turning up these bitches
so I been puttin' purses on my daughter
Luxury, no roof on it, the coupe, man, you in Bal Harbour
Label told me to start vlogging
the shit these niggas dream, I do it often
Turn the strip club to an office
Real trench baby, now we bosses
I'll buy the bar out myself
and don't invite you niggas to the party
Ain't talkin' 'bout that petty-ass watch
when we was puttin' ice in the Cartis
From the Range Rover to a 'Bach
tryna turn a 'Bach to a 'Rari
Down to my last, they turn they back
I ain't really trippin', I'm a dog
Niggas always talkin' like they got it
then watch them all decline 'cause they fraud

Niggas always talkin' like they gang
but we don't fuck with niggas, not at all
Come and hang with me for a day
I'll blow a nigga budget at the mall
Buy a new car when I'm bored
and dress it up and don't drive far
Why the fuck I'm still buyin' clothes?
A nigga whole house is Bal Harbour
I wouldn't wear the shit you niggas rockin'
take it off and throw it in the garbage
Take your bitch and take her out the projects
put her in a condo from apartments
Gotta watch the niggas that's around you
niggas sneaky, workin' with the sergeant
Twenty, thirty, forty different flavors
really havin' gas like we farted
Rap check, we flip it in the street
Flip again, then we go retard it
Eighty racks for the damn dat
Fuck the time, still pull up tardy
Lastly seen in a robotic car
I press a button on my phone and it start
No matter how bad she is, I'm cuttin' a bitch right off
she ain't playin' her part
Came a long way from runnin' from narcs
Now I drop a tape and get right on the charts
I walk in the club and flood
these bitches can't stop the rain, I feel like Lamar

P, you gettin' money? For sure
Takin' care of the fam? For sure
Told them bitches take me to a lawyer
but I'll never tell 'em what I know
Ran out the crib to grab somethin'
Glizzy in the pocket on the road
You know I came from a life of crime
get annoyed when they knockin' at the door
Work your wrist, lockin' up the dope
Once it's chopped down, it gets sold
Remember we was tryna light the city
Now my niggas runnin' 'round the globe
Sippin' old Tech in Givenchy
Nigga, you can see the monkey on me
Foreign cars parked on the curb
they ain't sayin' shit, I know the owner

Count a half a million by myself
don't really need no company, I'm a loner
First time I seen a whole M
I can't lie, I really had a boner
Snipe a bad bitch like an opp
catch her out and really get up on her
Rockin' shit two seasons early
by the time you get it, we don't want it
I'm Wavy Gang, I'm Iced Up Records
I'm MCD, I don't see no opponents
Just tell me the state that you in, the number you payin'
and I'll get 'em there in the mornin'
I don't even know why these niggas be fuckin’
if I ain't got no pape', I don't even get horny
I don't even know why these rappers be beggin'
for shows and I make an M when I'm snorin'
Ain't even no need for wastin' no money
on rooms since we finna fuck in a foreign
I'm hoppin' the curb, I'm doin’ the dash
I'm treatin' the Forgis worser than Jordans
You better be focused on paper and not on no Instagram
that shit ain't important
If I give you the game, you take it and run with
the shit or you gon' be broke in your forties

I give you the game, I'm hopin' you soakin' this shit
these niggas be fucking it up
Them OT prices got a nigga spoiled, I even double my cup
Purpin'-ass niggas really broke
they need to walk with a crutch
Diamonds shinin'
screamin' a nigga name whenever I walk in the club
I'm fuckin' her, bossin' her up, that style
she got it from me, you know that I'm fleek
Miu Miu or a lil' Celine
Shit go viral, I fuck her on stream (Yeah)

Wavy Gang
M-double-A-B-F-I-A
Ayy, come on, let's do it

Yeah, vacuum seals, throw 'em all away
Drinkin' seals, go on 'bout your day
Granny's drinkin' Grand Marnier
Cough syrup like Chardonnay
Trap house jammin' Marvin Gaye
Money counter, throw up in your face
Racks counted, goin' in the safe
Fanta same color marmalade
Ran through a whole blue M
Ho told her, "Bitch, who him"?
I go new or old Louis Timb
Still cut the dope into a trim
Two pints on me, Lou Will
Silver nigga passed due bill
Baller blockin' ain't a true skill
Bitch, give me fifty, Drew Hill
Finna do a Bentley push-up
When you hear the engine, look up
Quickest nigga in the book club
P's and blues, I got the hook up
Sellin' jeans, these a bootcut
What the fuck I need a roof for?
Drop the top and throw the deuce up
Freezin' codeine