MANIFE$TO

[Intro]
(Yuh, yeah, yuh)
(Haha, bitch)
(Wafflejax)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Let's go, yeah, bah!)
(Uh, bah!)
(Let's get it, yuh)
Look

[Verse]
Sippin' coladas with my partners, bad bitches and that ocean agua
Sellin' areas, sellin' albums, makin' every dollar
Independently motherfucker, mamá know I got it
Stress be building up all inside me, rolling up the ganja
Joseph be spitting knowledge
Always align unbothered
Tryna revive my chakras
Or I’ll be dead inside my soul
I know I’m a reaper
Later becamе a keeper
Lay off the Tempur-Pеdic
'Cause y'all continue sleepin'
Take it to the studio, rollin' up the antidote
David with the flows, my beat selection Michelangelo
Zooted off the piccolo, I’m a child of indigo
I finish up the verse, she kiss my dick under the mistletoe
Colder than a eskimo, my igloo's in the makin', hold up
I take it a trip to Mexico, tequila 'bout to pour up
I’m slowin' down with all this liquor 'cause I gotta throw up
Now this shit on the 'Gram
And I ain’t even pose up
I’m 'bouta roll another
I see a milf-y mother
She wanna ride the waffle train and I’m the main conductor
That pussy smooth, that culo feeling like it’s churned butter
This man "young Wafflejax" a legend, skinny motherfucker
(Fuck)