Waist Deep (feat. NickBeam)

Gotta clear my Lemme clear my nostrils, ay What up, though V-Let reporting live from the Space Station So what's up guys Well I just wanna ask you, have you ever got hit with power It rules everything, it'll change your world Have you ever had true family? It's hard to come by Hate to love but don't love to hate V-Let baby Yeah Swimming in that money waist deep Drowning in the pussy waist deep Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Swimming in that money waist deep Drowning in the pussy waist deep Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Nah man, I ain't Tyrese I urge all you niggas be cautious Cuz V-Let is out here and ballin' That mean that we playing offense And even if we playing defense We take everything but the faucet Cookies my niggas we awesome Studio time is like every night and by studio I mean we saucin' I never ask what the cost is, not a surprise that I'm bossin' Not a surprise I don't never say nothing, don't gotta my money keep talking Trapping out my old apartments See something you don't say nothing Guaranteed they gon' remember the name Hit the bong, drop a song shake up the game Better go get an umbrella cuz I am the king I hope you're ready for rain I do not speak about none of these lames my time is too precious like sapphire eggs Wait Or maybe too precious like I'm moving weight while they hate on my gains I'm coming they know it Yeah, like I'm in a porno Yeah, I smoke on this forest like Whitaker, nigga we high and in orbit Swimming in money I hope that they forb' it My weed is too loud tell me how you ignore it But I am like baby bear, bed and the porridge is perfect High as a bird and we soaring Weed in the joint and the liquor we pourin' I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up, need Uber for sure And I'm riding around and I'm smoking on loud And I'm killing these niggas prepare for the corpses Flowers for the dead florist Rest in Peace my nigga Lawrence And the only thing that I might need in my life is my girl and this chorus Woo Swimming in that money waist deep Drowning in the pussy waist deep Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Swimming in that money waist deep Drowning in the pussy waist deep Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Chillin with my posse V-Let is the crew Drinking on a brew Nothing else to do Thinking 'bout calling girls up, you know I got a few Tell a friend to go tell a friend so I don't gotta choose Where we 'bout to go I don't even know Ignite the STI Peddle to the floor Money coming fast, but money blowing slow Lighting up a blunt, pass it to my bros I got a bad bitch with some big titties and a big ol ass And all these rappers suspended, I don't skip class And I don't do math but I count the money in my bank account We got a $200 bottle of wine and we sip the glass I fly first class, bought my girl a new coach bag Dug a ditch for her old man cuz her old man was a douche bag Stole your girl and that's too bad Eat the pussy like fruit snacks Her body bad like a centerfold in a porno mag Now her old man is calling her Little does he know I'm boning her Lick it, stick it, kill it, coroner European she a foreigner And I'm American, and she is here again, loving the shit that I'm showing her And the only thing I need in this life is this girl and this chorus Peace Swimming in that money waist deep Drowning in the pussy waist deep Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Swimming in that money waist deep Drowning in the pussy waist deep Nah man, I ain't Tyrese Nah man, I ain't Tyrese