Don’t hate on me ‘cos I hustle hard Took a back seat yeah I’m Rosa Parks Now I’m on a mission like Katy fuck that Tom Cruise I’m so wavy Call a monsoon See me in the club champagne pop Two ace I’m a king call that pontoon Beats so cold maybe I should get Double on it I should get Double on it Rough neck don’t make me get stubble on it Cut cheques don’t make me get Russell on it Old school don’t make me get pukka on it Black man’s radio don’t get me Chris Tucker on it Can’t touch the swagger MC Cameron it Too much plaques like a Westlife nigga But they say Dolce Gobbana on it I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy She wants shoes, dresses, Tiffany’s, no breakfast Rings, necklace, so wavy she don’t need guest-list She just popped right in, spotlight ting Rose wine for the whole night bitch Christian Lebout’s, strip for a dude Blusky make a man skip to the loo Who told me ’bout them leggings Those ain’t legs they’re weapons Wacke them around this Dolce belt and ride me straight to heaven If you’re a pretty woman, then let me Richard Gere it She handles the stick, while I do the steering I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy I’m wavy, I’m, I’m, I’m wavy Aviators, she likes the shades So come summer it’s designer frames She likes the place without the thunder I ride the wave, Cowabunga…