Prophet The Wave God - Nascar Money

Oh my god, she in the Bay got me feeling myself
Nascar money I got ties to the guap
On another planet got me happy as Pharrell
Kick with my boys we gon' pull up to the spot
She in the Bay got me feeling myself
Nascar money I got ties to the guap
On another planet got me happy as Pharrell
Kick with my boys we gon' pull up to the spot

Feel like I got twins, walk around with all my clones
Chilling in my room, tap in to the studio
With my amigos, balling out like Amber Rose
1-2-3, for the money, ima go
Walkin' around with two iPhones
One for the gram and the other for the dough
Tip toe making moves on a tight rope
And my pockets thick, keep it just like this
When I wanna spend, just know that ima spend
And she wanna wish, she wanna stack her cents
She blew me like the wind, just know I love to win
I feel like I'm a chef, Ramsey with the sauce
Sauce on my plate when I walk
She said she the type to move on
Girl that was the plan all along
Usually we do not share a lot

Oh my god, she in the Bay got me feeling myself
Nascar money I got ties to the guap
On another planet got me happy as Pharrell
Kick with my boys we gon' pull up to the spot
She in the Bay got me feeling myself
Nascar money I got ties to the guap
On another planet got me happy as Pharrell
Kick with my boys we gon' pull up to the spot

Written by:
Matt Johnson

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