Wave Season lyrics

(Intro: Max B) Yea Boss Don, got the boy J.Y. a club banger, gotta let em know we was in the studio together making that wave, gotta do this for gang green you know get real wavy, let's go, Boss Don

(Hook: Max B) We make it rain on these hoes, we don't throw dollars we pour bottles
Mami be in the club like I swallow, give me your number and I'll holla, got shorty in the club like Ow, Ow
Bigga and J.Y. style, style
A little bit louder now, baby I get paid for my shows

(Verse: J.Y.) I'm sipping on pimpin', parking lot pimpin', bumpin' max b mothaf*cka
Ridin' like a g mothaf*cka
Long live the wave mothaf*cka
First shoutout Future, listen to the future
Got a brown b*tch that wanna learn the karma sutra
Comin' to the right place, I can be the tutor
n*gga blowin smoke up her ass but hookah (f*ck with me)
Save the funny sh*t like a blooper
Got two b*tches in the crib, mr cooper
Guess who back up in the building like the super
Don't spill no drink on this mink b*tch this fuisha (WOOOSAH)
On instagram she the horniest
A b*tch with 100 likes be the loneliest
I show her what a ginuine pony is
b*tch don't worry how long it is, lean

(Pre hook: J.Y.) I got a table full of dub sacks
Fake n*gga never was that
Lenny leanin on them hoes b*tch I does that
So a n*gga style heard she loves that/
I got a 40 on my hip tho
I ain't got pounds I got zips tho
And my city b*tch I run that
So a n*gga style heard she love that/
(Verse: J.Y.) She got a man had to fall back
(Psyche) you know the slimes always crawl back
Ever since I was a small cat
I just had my word and my ball sack/
Yall into whips I ain't off that
Im into pimpin b*tches yea im off that
I got ya sister on the strip too
But aunt jemama, bring in short stacks/
Boss sh*t b*tches love that
Need an ounce for 220 where the plug at
I took a 5th to the face I just chugged back
Im just goin off wheel like a hubcap/
I got a 40 on my hip tho
I ain't got pounds I got zips tho
And my city b*tch I run that
So a n*gga style heard she loves that, Lean

(Hook: Max B)
We make it rain on these hoes, we don't throw dollars we pour bottles
Mami be in the club like I swallow, give me your number and I'll holla, got shorty in the club like Ow, Ow
Bigga and J.Y. style, style
A little bit louder now, baby I get paid for my shows