Capella Grey, Melii, Mally Stakz and Charliee Cole - Wavy New Years

Take a picture of your shit now
Pull out your phone and take a picture of your frontal now
'Cause we sweatin' that shit out tonight, ah, you dumb bitch
It's Sunday, you gotta do a new hairstyle before Monday anyway
Tonight, your wig, your breads, yuh sweat out dat
Yuh sweat out dat

Send more shots, some more bottles
Only one life, baby, I know
We on a new timin'
Everything on the guys
Money my only resolution (money is my only)
We ain't tryin' shit, we really do shit (word)
Band a man, what the fuck we doin'?
Ayy, she with me and that nigga clueless, yeah-yeah

Everybody, shots
We in this bitch ballin' like the ball just dropped
That couch a dub, she twerkin' right on top
She bougie, she nasty
Dress ah ride up, oh, that's my name on her ass cheek
Said she freaky, woah, I'm 'bout to take her home
Said, "Be careful with me", I said, "Already know"
That's why it's you and never one of them
Uh, one more year pon
One more year pon di fucka dem

Send more shots, some more bottles
Only one life, baby, I know
We on a new timin'
Everything on the guys
Money my only resolution (money is my only)
We ain't tryin' shit, we really do shit (word)
Band a man, what the fuck we doin'?
Ayy, she with me and that nigga clueless, yeah-yeah

Oh, baby, you gon have to save it, save it
BDE, we up it and we changin' and never say shit
We don't need to wait for no new year, my niggas stay rich, young and famous
These bitches just ain't us, they imitators, it's outrageous
Broke boys can't entertain us
Fuckin' with Capella, we move miscellaneous
And we could catch a vibe, but baby, I'm the vibe
And you could be the ride and by end of the night, ah-ah

Send more shots, some more bottles
Only one life, baby, I know
We on a new timin'
Everything on the guys

Big body like we on a cruise ship, ayy (cruise ship)
See the team got these bitches choosin', ayy (got these bitches choosin')
LLC's, we ballin' in different leagues (yeah)
We graduated the streets (yeah), makin' sure the family straight
I got the last laugh and it's so funny (so funny)
Straight out the trenches, certified road runner (road runner)
It's a new year but we spendin' old money (yeah)
She might get it all from me (yeah), way she touch them toes for me

Send more shots, some more bottles (more bottles)
Only one life, baby, I know
We on a new timin' (yeah)
Everything on the guys (everything on the guys)
Money my only resolution (money is my only)
We ain't tryin' shit, we really do shit (word)
Band a man, what the fuck we doin'?
Ayy, she with me and that nigga clueless, yeah-yeah

Why would I wait for the new year just to cut you off? (Cut you off)
This ain't Rubik's, can't spin the block, is you stupid? (Is you stupid?)
Ass pokin' out the denims with the Buttas on, dirty Bronx bitch
Spillin' Cliquot when this shit come on
Why would I wait for the new year just to cut you off?
This ain't Rubik's, can't spin the block, is you stupid?
Ass pokin' out the denims with the Buttas on, dirty Bronx bitch
Spillin' Cliquot when this shit come on

Nothin' seems impossible right now
Blessings on the gang, oh
No one can take what's meant for you, ooh
To cut you off, to cut you off
To cut you off, to cut you off
To cut you off, to cut you off

Written by:
Curtis Anthony Jackson II, Audrey Ducasse

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