Childish Gambino - Crashing Waves lyrics

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok Got her hair done, French braids now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she asking, “Why you say that?!” I’m chillin’, real n***a feeling Rich kid, a**hole: paint me as a villain Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled I got a penthouse on both coasts: pH balance Real n***a, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds I got more tail than that PetCo You faker than some Sweet’N Low Yeah, you got some silverware But really are you eating though? Are you eating though? n***a, are you eating though? Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners You ain’t even know— Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O? Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she jocking these No hands like soccer teams and y’all f** boys like Socrates You n***as ain’t copping these, n***as ain’t looking like me Nah, I ain’t checking I.D. but I bounce ’em with no problem Tell ’em, Problem (Problem!) [Hook: KiD CuDi] Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels Yeah I see you with that But you should be on this It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola Come over and sit Won’t you tell me your name Tell me where you be at I know you know that them hot But I don’t wana hear that [Verse 2: KiD CuDi] Yep yep, you got it, right Now don’t get left get on your good foot it’s only right That you step and keep boppin’ til this sh** unfamiliar If you main line got time then I be drillin’ her I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound And my imagination you can look all over the nation And the girls gon twerk it Cause the vibe is poppin’ As well as the bottle Keep it rockin’ don’t stop em At the Motel-8 We can park out front Yeah the flow is unleaded You s**a n***as will front Yeah cause I’m super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius And rap ferocious I been coaching the league I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it [Hook: KiD CuDi] Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels Yeah I see you with that But you should be on this It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola Come over and sit Won’t you tell me your name Tell me where you be at I know you know that them hot But I don’t wana hear that [Verse 3: Childish Gambino] Different color, my pa**port, Instagram my stack load Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho) Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker, “vroom, vroom,” ho Ain’t nobody— Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up… Just so you know Top of the Hold ’em totem, rich forever A million was not the quota My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools More green than my Whole Foods And I’m too fly: Jeff Goldblum Got a gla** house in the Palisades, that a-k-a White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay) Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA So Maserati, you whipping a Kia Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya Friends with the dope man, help a n***a re-up Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her “Err-eh-err-eh”: onomatopoeia Oh, I got my cool on! (Tailormade!) I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade And I don’t give a f** about my family name [Hook: KiD CuDi] Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels Yeah I see you with that But you should be on this It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola Come over and sit Won’t you tell me your name Tell me where you be at I know you know that them hot But I don’t wana hear that [Verse 4: KiD CuDi] You see I aim for a check before I aim for s** n***as aim for d**h They tryin’ to f** with the blessed Ain’t no f**in’ with amateurs Run past the novas Sip hella lean And see who talks the slowest [Hook: KiD CuDi] Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels [Outro] (footsteps, crashing waves, then a car drives away)