French Montana, Max B - Make America Wavy Again (MAWA)

Make America wavy again Coke Wave drippin', we done started a trend From the gutter to the penthouse, stackin' these M's Make America wavy again Make America wavy again Post up on the yacht with the skyline view Haters lookin' pressed 'cause they can't do what I do Wavy like the ocean, got the world on a spin I'm the reason that they surf when the tide come in Biggavel with the melodies, French got the hits We was down in the dirt, now we flooded our wrists Presidential on the wrist, but it's deeper than chains We just tryna bring a wave, make America wavy again From the bottom, it got crazy For them M's, it got shady Tell her mama don't go crazy (oh, baby) Make America so wavy Let's make it wavy again, let this baby make a trend Plus you thought it was over, nigga, don't make me get the Benz Factory my rims, stack up me some M's Stack up me some M's, back to back with me and French On the lap, at least ten, Louis strap at least ten Say my shit's the bomb, so strap, release the pin Picture perfect, painted a perfect picture They blackballin', we got richer, countin' millions out the trenches (woo) Gotta live for the moment, make America wavy Every bitch know the slogan, tell 'em, "Fuck you and pay me" (bitch) Goin' block for a block like Karlton Hines in his prime We goin' eye for an eye until they leave us all blind And still be polishin' pistols (baow), pay government officials (haan) On the grind 'til the gristle, keep a stash for the drizzle (haan) Who workin' like young Boosie? You see that blood in my eyes (ah) She off that K and that tusi, she pop that molly and slide (uh) Hundred bricks up in the stash (stash), now got coke-nigga cash (cash) Foot on niggas' neck, I ain't lettin' up, hit your bitch and dash You niggas crash and burn (burn), I get the lick and crash (crash) We serious, relax (serious), security up the ass We sittin' back, we ain't even mad, just lookin' back Makin' waves, cookin' crack, New York streets, we took 'em back I see your bitch, she lookin' back, ass big, bosom's fat Last year, cookin' mac, bucket for my puddin' pack (Coke Boys, Coke Boys) From the bottom, it got crazy For them M's, it got shady Tell her mama don't go crazy (oh, baby) Make America so wavy Let's make it wavy again, let this baby make a trend Plus you thought it was over, nigga, don't make me get the Benz Factory my rims, stack up me some M's Stack up me some M's, back to back with me and French On the lap, at least ten, Louis strap at least ten Say my shit's the bomb, so strap, release the pin Coke Wave drippin', we done started a trend From the gutter to the penthouse, stackin' these M's Make America wavy again (Coke Boy, baby) Oh, make America wavy again