Wait In Line (feat. E6aby & Lucca Melody)

(SayZay)

(Sounds from iKey)

Yeah

Oh yeah, it's Lucca

And you can tell we in our bag

Not tryna brag

We got that cash

All that grinding, we done ran up a check

And I can tell it's gettin bad

It make you mad

Goin' out sad

Just wait in line, we got now, we got next

And you can tell we in our bag

The car go fast

Might do the dash

Pulled off left 'em in the dirt, we on they ass

And way back then I had it bad

Done put in work

Now I just laugh (Up now)

Lately I been in my Gucci

Never stressed by the groupie

Count my check keep it moving

And the rest is a movie

In that Vette I be cruisin', feeing like fuck a hater

Same ones that doubted me now they asking me for a favor

Fuck that, once you cut off bitch you cut

Yeah

This Louis duffle got me walkin' with a strut

Chasing bag ain't no time for no love (Yeah)

My life a movie scene cut cut cut cut cut yeah

I'm just sayin'

I'm the man

All these shawtys think they Louis Lane

I must be Spider-Man

That's insane that ain't the case, I am not your mans

Every day I'm gettin' cake shawty

And you can tell we in our bag

Not tryna brag

We got that cash

All that grinding, we done ran up a check

And I can tell it's gettin bad

It make you mad

Goin' out sad

Just wait in line, we got now, we got next

And you can tell we in our bag

The car go fast

Might do the dash

Pulled off left 'em in the dirt, we on they ass

And way back then I had it bad

Done put in work

Now I just laugh (Okay, damn) (Up now)

We in our bag

Why the fuck they mad?

Was never hating, told 'em the truth

Ain't going out sad

From the bottom, came up from nothing

How he do it like that?

Hey truth be told if I tell, they all ran

So what you saying?

Shorty I'm the truth, girl here your proof

How many said that they gone ride?

But fell through

How many said that they gone slide?

But didn't shoot

Know n***** in the hood selling crack

Some n***** hoop

Like uh

Get to the money, one thing I do

Aye we be getting to the bag, we don't know 'bout you

Aye them n***** be steady hating

We counting blues

Young n***** paper chasin'

Turnt wit my crew

Okay

I done turned it up a notch

Now I'm deeper in my duffle

No more time left on the clock

Went and got it off the muscle

I got this music shit on lock

Respect my grind, respect my hustle

I got the bag and it won't stop

I took the chance and made it double

And you can tell we in our bag

Not tryna brag

We got that cash

All that grinding, we done ran up a check

And I can tell it's gettin bad

It make you mad

Goin' out sad

Just wait in line, we got now, we got next

And you can tell we in our bag

The car go fast

Might do the dash

Pulled off left 'em in the dirt, we on they ass

And way back then I had it bad

Done put in work

Now I just laugh (Up now)