Lyrics Waves - Zalea

Tell me how you feel bout this wave like the ocean
Tell me how you feel when I cause this commotion
Mix up my cup put in drive and devotion
Don't hate on me homie, Im up for promotion
Uh, gotta be a close one
God damn, you picking on the wrong one
I shot up the set and left all them hoes dead
I came in mad hungry here to collect bread

Let's go back to that shit that you said
You know I'm a beast when my vision is red
Savage city no doubt so hoe watch yo mouth
When you speaking on lyrics know I got the clout
I'm just speaking about
All the shit that I felt
And I don't mean to pout
If you ain't bout the pain then turn back around
I'm high with the bro's tryna feel the sound
Yeah tryna feel the sound
Running so fast I'm not touching the ground
Ya boy looking pooched, leave him at the pound
I roll with huskies, we the North loud and proud
So fuck outta here with your fakeness
I'm Gemini born, I'm chosen for greatness
My first project covered the bases
I'm hitting homeruns and I ain't tied my laces

I'm seeing the fake
Everyone love me but they love to hate
I cry in the wraith cause all of the money could not hide the pain
So drip with gang
Money and fashion now they on my wave
Now they on my wave
Yeah yeah yeah
The diamonds and gold
It don't mean nothing when you by your lone
Still lit at the shows
Baby I drip yeah I drip to my toes
My diamonds on froze, I sign a cheque reminisce with my bros
No more serving roads
Foreign my fashion they want me on vogue

Foreign my fashion they see how I drip
I sign a cheque but still hit a lick
Vibe in the wraith with a foreign lil bitch
She loving the way that I come with the hits
I can not fuck with the basic
God damn I'm so persuasive
So high got lost in matrix
If you want some well come an lace it

Tell me how you feel bout this wave like the ocean
Tell me how you feel when I cause this commotion
Mix up my cup put in drive and devotion
Don't hate on me homie, Im up for promotion
Uh, gotta be a close one
God damn, you picking on the wrong one
I shot up the set and left all them hoes dead
I came in mad hungry here to collect bread

See me up, smile don't hate
I been hella baked been working on the cake
Bet a band I'll blow up
Bet I laugh in ya face
Bet I buy a benz that bumps hella bass
I don't do it for the money tho, trill shit
Flowers in my skin, inked up, I'm a business
Play me on the radio who is this
Lil biddy wit da body you can put me on the A list
Everyone wanna be famous
But don't put in the work all these bitches is brainless
They steal my flows like stainless
Marry my money, it's all in the matrix
This Godly walk comes with devils talk
Now they watching my movements around the clock
When I reach golden gates I won't have to knock
Fam waitin on me, when I hit the rocks

I'm seeing the fake
Everyone love me but they love to hate
I cry in the wraith cause all of the money could not hide the pain
So drip with gang
Money and fashion now they on my wave
Now they on my wave
Yeah yeah yeah
The diamonds and gold
It don't mean nothing when you by your lone
Still lit at the shows
Baby I drip yeah I drip to my toes
My diamonds on froze, I sign a cheque reminisce with my bros
No more serving roads
Foreign my fashion they want me on vogue