Wishing lyrics

[Intro]
Clayco on the beat

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let’s go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
They like "Hey, I ain’t see you in a minute"
I been getting paid, I ain't really into chillin'
b*tch, I'm on the top floor, lookin' like a villian
Yeah, I'm in LA at the Intercontinental
Fly to different states, seein' all types of women
And no I'm not an agent, but I’m really on a mission
Yeah, they say they hate me, wanna be me, and they wishin’
Yeah, they gotta pay me if they don't I’m not attendin'

[Verse 1]
If It's not about the racks, I'm not attendin’
Yeah, I gotta run this sh*t back like I'm attendin'
Yeah, that big black truck, b*tch, I'm in it
And, I like all black sh*t, yeah, this Rick-y
And, I do YSL, b*tch, and Givenchy
I'ma put that ho in Vetements and Balenci'
Yeah, I been gone for some months, I know they miss me
Yeah, I just came back home, you should kiss me (Kiss me, yeah)
I just did another show, another city
I just put the ice on, call it Christmas
Yeah, I'm water, you just washing dishes
Yes, I go retarded, 'bout them digits
I hit that ho, then I ditch her
f*ck it then drop out the picture
f*ck, I just caught this ho sneakin' pictures
No, I can't go nowhere without my n*ggas
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Clayco on the beat
They like "Hey, I ain't see you in a minute"
I been getting paid, I ain't really into chillin'
b*tch, I'm on the top floor, lookin' like a villian
Yeah, I'm in LA at the Intercontinental
Fly to different states, seein' all types of women
And no I'm not an agent, but I'm really on a mission
Yeah, they say they hate me, wanna be me, and they wishin'
Yeah, they gotta pay me if they don't I'm not attendin', (No, no way, yeah)

[Verse 2]
You can't play me, 'cause I'm not that type of n*gga
I might play her, 'cause I'm that type of n*gga
Yeah, I'ma play her, tell them, "Let's keep it pimpin'"
Lil' b*tch, I ball, just like Scottie Pippen
I'm with the same gang, ain't no shiftin'
I'm in the same lane, this sh*t different
You with the same lame, ain't sh*t different
Okay, my bankroll, kinda different
We got them Glock's with them 30 extensions
I hit the store with them racks, get it trippin'
I hit yo ho with them racks, she start trippin'
They f*ck with me, 'cause I'm different
Put that ho on her knees, she get to spittin'
And, this sh*t Japanese, yes, It's Issey
I put one in the air, like an incent
Tell that b*tch, "Pause", intermission
She drop her draws, I hop in it (Okay)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Clayco on the beat
They like "Hey, I ain't see you in a minute"
I been getting paid, I ain't really into chillin'
b*tch, I'm on the top floor, lookin' like a villian
Yeah, I'm in LA at the Intercontinental
Fly to different states, seein' all types of women
And no I'm not an agent, but I'm really on a mission
Yeah, they say they hate me, wanna be me, and they wishin'
Yeah, they gotta pay me if they don't I'm not attendin', (No, no)