Hook x2
Fuck you, Uncle Sam
Hurry. I need my advance
Put that paper in my hand
Keep my bands inside my pants
Til I'm drowning in that money, someone, save me
Make sure you pay me, and I'll make sure it's wavy
Verse 1
(A-yo, my bitch, is never) Average, met her at Saks fifth
Shit be poking when that ass switch, I hadta smash chick
But her ex, be on some, wack, shit, he think he savage
Introduce him to the ratchet, it sound like Yass Bitch
Pussy nigga; I'm on the, top of my game, head I be copping insane
I move with circles, that don't ever, rock with no lames, you should start dropping my name
Not on my level, unless I go, hop from this plane, hate will not stop all ya pain
Y'all think I'm twisted, till I put a knot, on ya brain, this shit been on lock, since I came (not all the same)
I be packing, a mac, in the back, of the Ac, but the fact, that they wack, when they rap, make me snap on the track
Snick Foley, aka, Sir Stacks I attack, all black
I came thru, to collect my racks, and throw shade, for the shit you lack
I don't fear you niggas cause you niggas just acts, somebody gotta put the team on his back
Yeah I went to school but I ain't learn shit (learn shit)
Stare at every bridge, as I burn it (burn it)
Flexing non-stop when that return hits
Spend this money, like I'm Sosa cause I earned it (I earned this)
Hook x2
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Fuck you, Uncle Sam
Hurry. I need my advance
Put that paper in my hand
Keep my bands inside my pants
Til I'm drowning in that money, someone, save me
Make sure you pay me, and I'll make sure it's wavy
Verse 2
(Ain't, a man) breathing, that could ever, pass ME
You can't catch me, better chances going catching, TAX-IS
Yo these dudes is pussy, fuck a deal, they need some, MAX-IS
Y'all can't get up on the WAVE!, till they free MAX-B
I be moving, I be working till my knuckles ASH-Y
I roll up like I am Drizzy, and this shit DE-GRASS-I
Indoors all my women NAST-Y, popping ASS-CHEEKS
But outside they extra CLASS-Y, Freddie BLASS-IE
Im the one who really runs the show, you just play the boss
Everybody, wanna, be in charge, but can't pay the cost
Everybody, wanna, get them wins, but can't take a loss
I move swiftly, after, eye lay low, Tracie Ellis Ross
Snick Foley, that's my muthafucking name bitch
I stay speeding down this road until the lane switch
Everybody, get so friendly, once the fame hits
Get on that Billy Gates, fronting like you ain't rich
Hook x2
Fuck you, Uncle Sam
Hurry. I need my advance
Put that paper in my hand
Keep my bands inside my pants
Til I'm drowning in that money, someone, save me
Make sure you pay me, and I'll make sure it's wavy
Outro x2
Oh you think you on my WAVE? Shit you crazy
Abstract, Snick Foley, yeah I keep it Wavy
Oh you think you on my WAVE? Shit you crazy
All my N-Y, people always keep it Wavy
Oh you think you on my WAVE? Shit you crazy
All, my Strong, Currents, family always keep it Wavy
Oh you think you on my WAVE? Shit you crazy
All, my Dark, Side, villains always keep it Wavy
Oh you think you on my WAVE? Shit you crazy
Oh you think you on my WAVE? Shit you crazy
Make sure you pay me, and I'll make sure it's Wavy
[I swag. I surf
I surf. I swag
I fucked. Yo bitch
You hurt. You mad]
Wavy was written by SNICK Foley.
Wavy was produced by Serge Crown.