paroles de chanson Manifest It - Reginald Wavy

When I die
I just wanna die rich
Rolly on my wrist
I'll live forever
Clock never stop
It always ticks
Working nine to six
Paying Uncle Sam
Every other 67 cents
If I don't listen to my boss
Then I can't pay the rent
Then you think about
All the money
You then went and spent
It's time to level up
Diamond rolly bezel up
All these hoes had several of
Gotta tell these other rappers
Pick their pencil up
27 years old with a wavy vibe
She wanna come and try
I'm in a coupe with a bitch
Planning trips for July
Sipping potion Santa Monica
I'm in the ocean
I just hit cahuenga
And we headed to the US open
Your bitch choosing
But she wasn't chosen
And it's sad
That she clinging onto you
Cause she heartbroken
I was built Ford tough
You niggas losing focus
Even at my lowest
Everyone around me notice
How I move so unpredictable
Hit the scene all in
That's my wallet
That's my inns
If you rap
Then you rap
Little homeboy don't pretend
Wavy hit them with the switch ups
Pull up to the scene
Watch your girl get the hiccups
Put that camera down
Man stop with all the flick ups
On the road fuck it
Turn on Uber do a pickup
He's such a buster
Yeah you're wifing a kill
Heard she fuck on the team
I can't fuck with her
If she don't
Match my seasonal theme
Whoa
Ain't got no kids yet
Still walk around
With a dad hat
Ain't get the vaccine yet
I'm not a lab rat
You can say what you want
But press me
And you get backslapped
This no cap all facts
When I come in with the pro club and Gucci belt
She going home with her man
Hiding how she felt
The magician in the booth Dropping magic
Pops always tell me son
Drop another classic

I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough
I'm on it fosho
I'm on it fosho
I'm on it fosho
You say what you want
You say what you want
You say what you want
I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough

I used to get a whipping
When I got c's
Because I wasn't average
Now I'm taking trips
Flying private overseas
Eating five star cabbage
Ok I'm capping
But on some real shit
That's what I really want
If you don't manifest it
You don't really want it
Mr wavy write a novel
Homey you should read up on it
New Gucci rugs feel good
Baby you should put your
Feet upon it
Then top me up
Then make a meal
From the iPad
Just closed another deal
Energy getting real
Fuck how you feel
Burning cookies to the face
Location unrevealed
Gloves on mask on
In the secret office
Hit her with a rubber on
If I'm feelin cautious
All these lies that I hear
I can't tell who's honest
I'm the guy in the room
It ain't no fucking contest
I got homeys in the cell
They never had a conscious
Makes me nauseous thinking
They ain't never had an option
I go to sleep early
On some grown shit
Talking four am
And then I zone in

I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough
I'm on it fosho
I'm on it fosho
I'm on it fosho
You say what you want
You say what you want
You say what you want
I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough
I gotta get dough