Max B - 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**a Ridin' like a g mothaf**a Long live the wave mothaf**a First shoutout Future, listen to the future, got a brown b**h that wanna learn the karma sutra Comin' to the right place, I can be the tutor n***a blowin smoke up her a** but hookah (f** with me) Save the funny sh** like a blooper Got two b**hes in the crib, mr cooper Guess who back up in the building like the super Don't spill no drink on this mink b**h this fuisha (WOOOSAH) On instagram she the horniest A b**h with 100 likes be the loneliest I show her what a ginuine pony is b**h don't worry how long it is, lean (Pre hook: J.Y.) I got a table full of dub sacks Fake n***a never was that Lenny leanin on them hoes b**h I does that So a n***a 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**h I run that So a n***a 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**hes yea im off that I got ya sister on the strip too But aunt jemama, bring in short stacks/ Boss sh** b**hes 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**h I run that So a n***a 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