Floatin’ lyrics

[Chorus x 2]
b*tch I been gettin' paid, I invented the wave
Got some b*tches on my line and they go both ways
Cell phone booming juging, tryna catch these plays
n*gga ask me whats the move? I say tonight, I'ma wave

[Verse 1: Ray Jr]
Maseratti floatin', n*gga pockets swollen
$500 for the Bally's looking like I'm bowling
Instagram scrolling, I'm tryna dm something
f*ck a young b*tch thats sleep, I'm tryna PM something
She just wanna have fun, she just turned 21
She let a couple n*ggas f*ck, her pus*y tight as a nun
Put your mouth on this gun, let me blow out your brain
Broke n*ggas always screaming all pus*y the same
n*gga stay in your lane, my n*ggas shoot at your basket
I know some lame cats, now they ass in a casket
I'm true to the game, like Silkk the Shocker & P
Not staying true to the game will get you 'Murdered' like 'C'

[Chorus x 2]
b*tch I been gettin' paid, I invented the wave
Got some b*tches on my line and they go both ways
Cell phone booming juging, tryna catch these plays
n*gga ask me whats the move? I say tonight, I'ma wave
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Uh huh
Sitting at the spot about to pour another 8
All the work gone, clientele gotta wait
Catch me in yo trap n*gga dropping off weight
You know that b*tch thicker, when she walk, that ass shake
Oh I forgot to tell you that b*tch go both ways
Neighborhood dope man, pulled up in a coupe
Lit my weed up then 20 seconds, lost the roof
All these n*ggas fake, I'm wondering who can I trust
Everybody tote scraps, but who gonna bust
That money I been getting too much
And lately I been getting too high
You can see all of that sh*t in my eyes

[Chorus x 2]
b*tch I been gettin' paid, I invented the wave
Got some b*tches on my line and they go both ways
Cell phone booming juging, tryna catch these plays
n*gga ask me whats the move? I say tonight, I'ma wave

[Refrain: Ray Jr]
Maseratti floatin', n*gga pockets swollen
$500 for the Bally's looking like I'm bowling
Instagram scrolling, I'm tryna dm something
f*ck them young b*tches, stupid tryna PM something..
[Verse 3: Ray Jr]
Drop the top on that bent, my n*gga these Bally's yo rent
I like my pus*y no scent, dressed in all black like I'm tint
Hey I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
These n*ggas snakes & they fake
Don't bring no food to the table, but wanna eat off your plate
Aye shake that ass make it clap, drop it low to the ground
Just got a text from yo b*tch, she musta heard I'm in town
f*ck the crooked ass police & free my n*ggas thats bidding
I send some strippers to visit then throw a party in prison cause-

[Chorus x 2]
b*tch I been gettin' paid, I invented the wave
Got some b*tches on my line and they go both ways
Cell phone booming juging, tryna catch these plays
n*gga ask me whats the move? I say tonight, I'ma wave

[Outro: DJ Yomi Yom (?)]
Yea Ray, talk that wavy sh*t n*gga, you know how we do
Cleveland sh*t, you know come thru fly as f*ck, (?)
Wavy players, Big 50's, Big Dusse', Clicquot for the pain, you know
Ain't no wave if my name ain't on that sh*t n*gga
Ain't no mystery n*gga, Million dollar (?) sh*t
Get this money Ray. 'Git Paper, what up?