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OLA 88 Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Waves
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Jamal Mobley




Jay Waves - OLA 88 Lyrics




Speeding under this moonlight
Hitting a hundred ten

Tally marks in my office
I need a hundred wins

All my losses was lessons
I thank God for the blessings

Lowkey with the questions
I love to keep em guessing

Playing billiards wit my partners
Talking major moves

Never fold under the pressure
Know to play it cool

Thoughts stagnant
Then f*ck it i gotta change the views

Cracked for five out in Vegas
I upgraded the room

Villa villa
With the champagne spilling

I got feelings I never talk about

They bottled up
But When I'm drunk
I seem to pour em out

Might just pull the foreign out
Donuts in the city
Spitting grizzy like it's slaughter house

Flying back Cali
I call Cap to bring the charter out

I Uber out
I touch down and then I'm bag chasing

Big tires on the curb
Look like I'm drag racing

We really count it up
Can't understand ya mans hating

Well shit I probably wouldn't like
Me either

Young nigga
My pops called me a leader
And I believed him

I'm really Phoenix
Side shit
Coke I never tried it

I be high up off this life shit
Got classics with little mileage

I'm gone
But I'll home soon

I got some goals to finish
Eating fancy wit it
Two hundred dollar dishes

Before gratuity
None of this shit is new to me
Niggas late
Yeah that's truancy
Cross me they ain't no truce wit me

You better pick sides
Cause niggas love to dick ride
Ugh

They wasn't there
When I was broke shopping at Big 5
Yeah

Can't let that shit fly
F*ck it I gotta clip ties

These haters too greasy
Like mamas hand at a fish fry

She cook it up
I'm looking up
Its Filling up uh

I'm talking safes
I'm at the bank
I need that trust fund

She say she love me
Tell her f*ck it
That's just lust huh

I run it up uh
They say It's luck uh

Got good luck
Eating lucky charms when it's brunch
With the almond milk going nuts
They don't really wanna us

Someone tell em to buckle up
Before we crash these niggas

I swear I'm one link away
They better ask these niggas

OlA
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Speeding under this moonlight
Hitting a hundred ten

Tally marks in my office
I need a hundred wins

All my losses was lessons
I thank God for the blessings

Lowkey with the questions
I love to keep em guessing

Playing billiards wit my partners
Talking major moves

Never fold under the pressure
Know to play it cool

Thoughts stagnant
Then f*ck it i gotta change the views

Cracked for five out in Vegas
I upgraded the room

Villa villa
With the champagne spilling

I got feelings I never talk about

They bottled up
But When I'm drunk
I seem to pour em out

Might just pull the foreign out
Donuts in the city
Spitting grizzy like it's slaughter house

Flying back Cali
I call Cap to bring the charter out

I Uber out
I touch down and then I'm bag chasing

Big tires on the curb
Look like I'm drag racing

We really count it up
Can't understand ya mans hating

Well shit I probably wouldn't like
Me either

Young nigga
My pops called me a leader
And I believed him

I'm really Phoenix
Side shit
Coke I never tried it

I be high up off this life shit
Got classics with little mileage

I'm gone
But I'll home soon

I got some goals to finish
Eating fancy wit it
Two hundred dollar dishes

Before gratuity
None of this shit is new to me
Niggas late
Yeah that's truancy
Cross me they ain't no truce wit me

You better pick sides
Cause niggas love to dick ride
Ugh

They wasn't there
When I was broke shopping at Big 5
Yeah

Can't let that shit fly
F*ck it I gotta clip ties

These haters too greasy
Like mamas hand at a fish fry

She cook it up
I'm looking up
Its Filling up uh

I'm talking safes
I'm at the bank
I need that trust fund

She say she love me
Tell her f*ck it
That's just lust huh

I run it up uh
They say It's luck uh

Got good luck
Eating lucky charms when it's brunch
With the almond milk going nuts
They don't really wanna us

Someone tell em to buckle up
Before we crash these niggas

I swear I'm one link away
They better ask these niggas

OlA
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Writer: Jamal Mobley
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