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"Two Gunz Up"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid & Ice Burgandy)

"Two Gunz Up"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid & Ice Burgandy)



[Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame]
I be gripping them Glock's, my niggas they don't give a fuck
I be gripping them Glock's, my niggas they don't give a fuck
I'm like two guns up, two guns up, two guns up, got two guns up

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Parking lot, V.I.P., murder
Go and get your boss, I can't talk to no worker
Two guns up, two guns up
Two guns up, two guns up
I'm already drunk, I'm already rolling
I'm too turnt' up, New Port caught my rims stolen
Shitting on my haters, you can call me colon
Me and Wooh Da Kid, [?] dropping like Hulk Hogan
Tell me what you drinking, tell me what you smoking
Bad yellow bitches on the stage and they snorting
I'm a party fucking animal, blood brothers
On a different pedastool, I be doing numbers

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ice Burgandy]
Two young's up, we the new guns up
Got my jewels done up, I'm with my crew, run up
I be gripping the Glock's, we be ripping them shots
I'm a pimp to the top, you gon' flip then you're flop
Red flag, red drop, red bitch, red top
Fake tits and shots, she tryna' fuck with a boss
She know my watch and chain murder
Assassinate, my name murder
Two guns up if you fucking with my blood brothers

[Hook]

[Bridge: Waka Flocka Flame]
Parking lot, V.I.P., murder
Go and get your boss, I can't talk to no worker
Two guns up, two guns up
Two guns up, two guns up
Squad

[Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid]
Two guns up, both clips in
Aim on point, I hit you and your friend
New F.N., it'll knock off a limb
Won't thirty-eight me, this not Kobe and Lin
Black diamonds, they banging on a white door
I'm shining, Wooh Da King a light show
All we do is win, what you think I'm hype for?
D.C. snipe, aiming with my rifle

[Hook]
 
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"U A Lame"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)

"U A Lame"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)



[Intro:]
I'm a fuck her; not gon lick her;
I'm a beat her back out...
You gon cake; you gon lay; you gon let yo guard down...
I'm a fuck her; not gon lick her;
I'm a beat her back out...
You gon cake; you gon lay; you gon let yo guard...

[Chorus: x2]
I'm a fuck her; not gon lick her;
I'm a beat her back out...
You gon cake; you gon date; you gon let yo guard down...
You a lame; I'm a boss; that's what these girls like...
From L.A. to New York; I'm a give these girls hell!

[Verse 1: Flocka]
You gon tell her that you love her;
I'm a treat her for the night...
I'm a freaky nigga might lick a bitch down... NO!
In the six with mo dro; blowin kush down...
Things are good in da hood; I'm bustin bricks down...
Ak 47 for dem boys tryna play around...
I like my booty round...
All my hoes love to bounce...
Shawty you a fool with it; shawty you a fool with it...
STOP!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid]
Face down ass up; won't make love in da mouth...
I'm a beat her like she stole my last blunt;
In da drought...
Wooh da kid fucked yo main & yo sista...
Ha mouths a playground; so I neva kissed her...
Too many kids played around in ha playground...
Call dis girl mary j; cause she goin down!
You spend yo money; breakin bread with a freak bitch...
Don't give a shit; but some rubber & a dope dick...

[Chorus: Out]
 
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"U Ain't Bout That Life"
(feat. Alley Boy & Slim Thug)

"U Ain't Bout That Life"
(feat. Alley Boy & Slim Thug)



U ain't bout that life
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
U ain't bout that life
So you ain't never get it out the streets
Dip and doge the police,.. 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
U ain't bout that life

He flexin', he flexin'
He ain't never flip a brick, flip a pound
He don't know how that chopper really kick
He ain't never lose a doggy, that pussy nigga innocent
He ain't have the wrap it 30 times just to kill the weed scent
Them tattoos and that jury don't make you hardest
And your coochy rap about it in your car garage
You fake as hell, fake as shit, counterfeit
You a fraud under pressure, tell quicker than your broad
Type to hit your hood with a bodyguard
That so not squad, young'uns, they will pull your cars
U ain't bout that life
I could tell the same nigga on the streets or in jail but

U ain't bout that life
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
U ain't bout that life
So you ain't never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,.. 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
U ain't bout that life

Big ball and no bite, big mouth and no fight
Flip this motherfucker fo' that bitch fine
No matter but he ain't right
Earned my G stripes as I'm livin'
I'm a robbin' it
Hell when Chelsea needs slap automo
I'm with your friend Lucas
He ain't 'bout that life, he ain't 'bout that life
We know the boy gets talkin'
200 hundred rounds in your project
At that same store barkin'
I told what the fuck? They said Diddy is fucked
Then all that false clappin', that gang bangin', throwin' the wrong sets up
Manicurin' their nails and their toes
2020, get his... in his faces
I'm 'bout that life, Yodi
I'm a thin it like a Tobe
The brick squad and the Dante Marv
Who the fuck it?

U ain't bout that life
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
U ain't bout that life
So you ain't never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,.. 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
U ain't bout that life

You ain't 'bout that life, You ain't got no stripes
You talked and took but you ain't tryna fight
Let this fucker sell it all his life, he's so
Aks somebody brought in the hood his whole life
Talkin' 'bout you got prize, you work at Popeye's
Ain't never sell no work, he was too scared to go outside
Get up in that booth and he Tony Montana
Ain't got a hundred grand, clamin' you king of Atlanta
You ain't 'bout that life, young bitch you got a invention
Virgins, don't let 'em fuckin' get you when you're splurgin'
You ain't 'bout that life hoe, same signome
Cause I can tell how you talk, it ain't signals

U ain't bout that life
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all
U ain't bout that life
So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
U ain't bout that life
So you ain't never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,.. 'til I rest in peace
U ain't bout that life
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
U ain't bout that life
 
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"Uh Huh"

"Uh Huh"



They call me Shawty Dread better yet Flocka, a handgun can't do it better use a chopper.
Dis nigga had a 30 clip and used one bullet, next time u pull I, t aim for the head.
Police need a statement, I can't talk homey, fuck a bestfriend do it by my lonely.
But that can't go phony CB4 nigga, he acting like Gusto, he super pussy nigga.
Vet here no rookie nigga, hood ledgend like Tookie nigga, white wrist white blue ring nigga, but I ain't cripin doe. Shoot yo ass from head to toe when I see you nigga.
I heard they set this stack I heard so many rumors.
I heard so much bullshti, u got a dick or a click, better yet yo click on bitch, pussy nigga.
They call me Flocka I ain't got no lyrics nigga, straight blunt nigga I don't want no lyrics nigga.
Riding in my box chevy, aye that's my hood car, graduated from a hood star.
These niggas get me mad, I don't need bread 30 bands I got swag.
My show 15 bands, quarter every month muthafucka let's stunt.
2 chains, 2 rings, 1 bright, 1 bracelet, nigga you got goose for brains.

I throw money out my window just to front (uh huh uh huh)
Loud purp in the swisha that's the blunt (uh huh uh huh)
I heard I'm ugly but you can't call me broke (uh huh uh huh)
Waka Flocka Flame lil shawty dope (uh huh uh huh)
Tay on the beat that's them stacks (uh huh uh huh)
Hit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh uh huh)
Niggas buck we gon bust em ASAP (uh huh uh huh)
This rap shit boomin like this shit a trap (uh huh uh huh)

Ok, what the fuck to say.
I got juice nigga, I'm the truth nigga.
U can play Bishop nigga I'm a play Q, Elm street. shawty I'm a die py ruu.
G shit here nigga, u square nigga you could neva fit up in my cirlce, geeked up like I'm Erkel off the triple stack, niggas talk off white, they ain't neva trapped.
You can call it sneak dissin, this nigga answer back he, gon end up missing.
On my tour bus smoking weed and fucking hoes, Waka Flocka Flame booked up meet me at my shows.
Buck nigga it's a go, nigga I'm on everythang, damn near a hall of fame, don't mix me for no lame, bitch nigga stay out my lane, you rap nigga fuck the fame, you disrespect me I'm a put you in a picture frame.
Fuck nigga put you on a milk carton, we shootin pistols ova here no martial artin, Maserati Martin.
Beamer or a Benz, passenger nobody muthafuck a friend.
Put no trust in them.
I did that shit one time almost lost my life, Rock Rabbo roll dem dice.
I got 3 jobs, stunt stunt stunt stunt.

I throw money out my window just to front (uh huh uh huh)
Loud purp in the swisha that's the blunt (uh huh uh huh)
I heard I'm ugly but you can't call me broke (uh huh uh huh)
Waka Flocka Flame lil shawty dope (uh huh uh huh)
Tay on the beat that's them stacks (uh huh uh huh)
Hit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh uh huh)
Niggas buck we gon bust em ASAP (uh huh uh huh)
This rap shit boomin like this shit a trap (uh huh uh huh)
 
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"Waka Flocka Flame"

"Waka Flocka Flame"


They can't really see me (nah)
They just wanna be me (yea [x3])
Flocka!
They can't really see me (nah)
They just wanna be me (yea)
They can't really see me
They can't, They just wanna be me Flocka

[Hook x2:]
They can't really see me (nah)
They just wanna be me (yea)
Kush got me dizzy, Tell your bitch ima Genie (wow)
Take a wish Take a wish
Waka Flocka Flame
Take a wish Take a wish
Waka Flocka Flame

Wipe my ass with my cash, with these fucking hundreds
Ima a Gun-A-Holic so ima shoot like Pow Pow Pow
Thats a three, call me Kobe Bryant bitch
Cuz you know a nigga goin shoot, Betta be gun proof
Gucci Mane La Flare, call that nigga big Shaq
Auntie call him Bill Jack, Lay you flat on your back
Sie Sie Sie up in this bitch
Yea we rich and we thuged out, takin hoes out
Man they love my Shaq pack, they in love with my mojo
Hey, no homo, Gucci , fuck I luh you
Real talk big bruh, Hey I salute you
Run them troops through, if a nigga disrespect you
Tie his mama up, tie is grandmama up
Show thee boys a fuckin lesson: Dont fuck with so icey boys
Or HST ho, we super deep ho
Zone 6 to riverdale ima give these folks hell. Flocka!

[Hook x2:]
They can't really see me (nah)
They just wanna be me (yea)
Kush got me dizzy, Tell your bitch ima Genie (wow)
Take a wish Take a wish
Waka Flocka Flame
Take a wish Take a wish
Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame, when your girls hear that name
They get butt nekkid, off the chain, man you got to see these girls
They like the way i swag , catch me with a duffle bag
I got that dope boy money, got that dope boy money .Flocka!
Tell them haters kiss my ass, Tell them cops suck my dick
Ima keep on sellin dope till a nigga filthy rich
Sike, ima rap till im big like mike
Have the crowd so hype, make they ass pass out
In the club blowing loud, and that shit got me dizzy
They dont wanna be me, they can't really see me
Stop actin like a groupee, im the light skin Gucci
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick we move units
We the down south G-Unit, man my swag so sick
Ask yo bitch bout this dick, man my swag so sick
Ask yo bitch bout this dick, man my swag so sick
Ask yo bitch bout this dick, Waka Flocka Flame bitch ,Flocka!

[Hook x2:]
They can't really see me (nah)
They just wanna be me (yea)
Kush got me dizzy, Tell your bitch ima Genie (wow)
Take a wish Take a wish
Waka Flocka Flame
Take a wish Take a wish
Waka Flocka Flame
 
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"Wats Banging"
(feat. Tay Beatz & Gorilla Zoe)

"Wats Banging"
(feat. Tay Beatz & Gorilla Zoe)



[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
Tattoos on my body that's wats bangin nigga
In the club drinkin smoking wit the gangsta niggas
Fuckin' witchyo homeboy bitch that ain't gangsta nigga
Snitched on yo mane dog that ain't gangsta nigga
Trickin' off everyday that ain't gangsta nigga
Sellin' dubs and nicks fucked it like you got the brick
Lyin' ass nigga
That ain't gangsta nigga
In the club with the bangers that's wats bangin nigga

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Brick squad shawty got the black mass and black load
Don't give a fuk shoot a nigga ass in the club
Shout out to my nigga murda
The White folks tryna get my name dog murda, waka flocka nigga
On that purple man shit might empty out
What you talking bout dog on the fukin ground
Hundred rounds shit imam let this bitch reel
12 sirens dog fuk it I may flip this shit
Hoes up on my dick cuz my chain hella bright
Waka flocka flame shawty got the sunlight
In the headlights the way my diamonds shine bright
[?] a nigga slow
When I hit the club u know floka got the blow
Rock every show cause my dick in blow
Wakaaaaaa shawty keep sukin
Waka flocka flame I ain't takin shit for nothing

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]

[Verse 2: Gorilla Zoe]
I'm in all black
Like you was 7 4
Big strap Glock 40 ain't no [?]
But wheres ur tephlon
Im'ma fuckin' gun
Young niggas goin crazy where I come from
Everybody tatted up and got them covers on
Gang bangin man the only thing that's goin on
Me and waka in the club drinkin on patrone
Rolled the kush by the zone gotin our gangsta on
Got the club goin crazy feelin loose they mind
Bitches shakin ass niggas throwin gang signs
Niggas slik hatin
Lookin at the ice
Get the lights on you bitch I done fucked her twice
And I don't drink caronas
I bought it for a purpose
Smash it on the surface
Boy don't make me work this
With all that hangin nigga
You ain't no gangsta nigga
We getting money over here that's wats bangin nigga

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
Wats my section wats my game
South [?]
Whole click combo
Screamin out suwu
Red killas red scrap red chumps and red hats
Red black dirty black I'm black wats poppin
Waka flocka flame in the club shawty bottle poppin
Kush smoking pill poppin lookin for a bottle
So the bitch can swallow
Me and throw b
Dickin' down bitches
Nothing to me
Sellin' by the wholes B nothing but the keys
But I got the pills and they hard to fukin fill
Neva been chill always been a real nigga
Hit squad shawty I might kill a fuck nigga
Tryn'a warn a brotha so you better warn a nigga
DL runnin' rab call me flocka jigga
ABC rappin'
Ass coco trappin'
Waka flock flame in the booth straight snappin'

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
 
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"Way To The Top"

"Way To The Top"



I grew up on the block
Robbers be boys than cops
In and out our spots, try to run my block
Stay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I got
Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top

Young nigga grew up, born from Jamaica, Queens
No hoes, just anger and crack face
Thugs out, young nigga, no skinny jeans
The goal was grind, get this money by any means
No in-betweens, never chose sides
Down for my niggas, you know I ride
This one for the county with the dough, son
I hear you pay dollar and your soul cry
No rebound from his dog when he down a road
Off a ones 25 and he did it for
Just to let you know, boy I got your books every month
But you go and be straight, that's real shit

I grew up on the block
Robbers be boys than cops
In and out our spots, try to run my block
Stay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I got
Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top

I said I stayed down strong, put my all in it
My grind showed off, many wanna call in it
Acting like they helped, wrote a nigga raps and all
Bitch, I showed your little ass how to ball
Never turn my back on a nigga I call a friend
Riding with you even if I know I won't win
Feel like Joe the Boss in this foggy I've been
Rapping from the heart, I don't even need a pen
Flag on my pocket, shorty, that's unity
Hear these niggas talking, boy, don't look over me
Ain't shit you could do to me, tryina feed my family
Fuck all these jewelry, party go crazy, count me in

I grew up on the block
Robbers be boys than cops
In and out our spots, try to run my block
Stay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I got
Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top

All this status have a nigga thinking different
Put up in together, we gonna eat, pay attention
Keep my niggas off the kitchen, stop bitching
People better listen, always paid attention and played my position
Rapping from the heart, never facing
Daddy was a Muslim, mama was a Christian
Lost one brother now I got three
Laugh, I'm a real, real nigga, can't take my breathe

I grew up on the block
Robbers be boys than cops
In and out our spots, try to run my block
Stay down on my grind, can't confiscate what I got
Shine every chance I get whether you like it or not
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I say the trap is hot and I ain't getting money if it ain't hot
I deserve everything I got, on my way to the top
 
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"We On The Way"

"We On The Way"



W-A-K-A Flocka Flame all day
W-A-K-A Flocka Flame all day
W-A-K-A Flocka Flame all day
I sell yay, I sell coke, I sell crack, I sell meth
I sell yay, I sell coke, I sell crack, I sell meth
I sell yay, I sell coke, I sell crack, I sell meth, I sell wet, I sell six, I sell kush, I sell purp, I sell mid, I got goons, I got troops, they gon' shoot!

Mind of a broke nigga, swag like a rich nigga, 7th grade shawty when I see my first weed money
8th grade nigga, dumpin' dick off the chain, holla Waka Flocka Flame, watch these girls get off the chain!
 
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"Wet Wet"
(feat. Blair Maxberry & Cartier Kitten)

"Wet Wet"
(feat. Blair Maxberry & Cartier Kitten)



[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Like my life got hard wood floors on it
I don't walk on concrete man
I walk on hard wood floors and ballin'
Like a person with no watch I ain't go no time for the bullsh*t
FLOCKA

[Waka Flocka Flame - Verse 1:]
20/20 vision
Shoot with good precision
Make the wrong decision
Flat line you missin'
Time is money so you only got 5 minutes
New drop top, that sh*t look like Carly
It's so f*ckin' sexy, smokin' weed just like I'm Marley
Dread Head slangin', so them hoes dig it
If my spike look like my charm you no know imma' sip it
They call me doctor feel good
Beat that p*ssy up make em' feel good
She screamin' pull my hair
Flocka slap my ass
P*ssy so wet it feel like I'm takin' a bath
Slip and slide p*ssy, you would think she know trick daddy
FLOCKA

[Hook:]
That wet wet
She got that wet wet (FLOCKA)
That wet wet
She got that wet wet
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
She got that wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
That wet wet
That wet wet (FLOCKA)
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet
That wet wet
That wet wet (FLOCKA)
That wet wet
Shawty got that wet wet

[Waka Flocka - Verse 2:]
Now I'm in the club (FLOCKA)
Rollin' on them beanz (ROLLIN')
Remy Martin got me walkin' with a gangsta lean (GANGSTA)
You know my team (GANGSTA)
I ain't gotta say the name
They throwin' money make it rain
My boys make it hurricane

[Blair Maxberry:]
She wet nigga
Just like my car paint
I got my moby dick all in her shark tank
She tryin' to eat me up
She's a man eater
I got more wood to swing than A-Rod and Jeter [Homerun]
You're on the charts
But I'm off the meter
Where your girl at?
Cause I'm off to meet her
You often eat her
I often beat her
You so cousin Skeeter
Boy I'm off to lead her
Got your girl sippin'
Yeah, she leanin' low
Got your girl strippin'
Jean jeans on the flow
She got that wet wet
She got that super soak
Fuck a supa head
I call this girl super throat
Bricksquad

[Waka Flocka Flame - Verse 3:]
Bricksquad (Bricksquad)
Everything Bricksquad
You know that p*ssy's soakin' wet
She got my sheets soakin' wet
I'm like this a nasty girl she spitin' all over it [x2]
Throw it back [x2]
I'm throwin' d*ck [x2]
I'm slappin' on her ass f*cking fast
Man I'm killin' it
She like boy you drillin' it
You all in my stomache
She like slow the f*ck down you bout' to make a b*tch vomit

[Hook]

All I need is some good ass p*ssy
One f*ckin' gat and some good ass weed
All I need is some wet ass p*ssy
One f*ckin' b*tch and some good ass weed
Bricksquad Monopoly

Man it's soakin' wet
Man that p*ssy wet
Man it's soakin' wet
Man that p*ssy wet
Man it's soakin' wet
She got that wet wet

[Cartier Kitten:]
I got that mmm mmm
That comeback
That make a n*gga want what he just had
Catier keep a c*nt on his mustache
Make him smoke a blunt when he done ask
That come fast
Dive so deep no lifeguard
All white two seats
That's my car [x2]
Don't touch shit that's my car
And since he a freak let the top down
While he top me down
And it taste so good he wanna lock me down
If he got hard wood I'll mop it down
Scratch my meow every time he goes down
Hello kitty come hurr
And he makes it go purr
Scratch scratch
Better watch my claws imma' cat cat
But I like them dogs
Imma' Pisces
But no fishy fishy
Just wet wet
That squishy squishy
That wet wet
That squishy squishy
That wet wet
See that that squishy squishy
That wet wet
See that squishy squishy
That squishy squishy

[Hook]
 
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"What I Do"

"What I Do"


[Intro - Gucci Mane:]
Dirty Birds in this motherfucker, it's Gucc'! (ay yeah boyyy)
Matter of fact it's Big Gucci in this motherfucker (ay yeah)
Flockaveli, Birdman (ay yeah boyyy)
Ca$h Money, Brick Squad linked up 1017 (BRICK SQUAD!)

[Hook - Waka Flocka:]
Hit the streets, make some moves, get my paper, this is what I do!
Blow kush smoke on my haters, this is what I do!
Fuck with the real, fuck you fakers, this is what I do!
About my money? Fuck you pay me, this is what I do, huh?
This is what I do, for real? This is what I do, word?
This is what I do, bitch! This is what I do, huh?
This is what I do, for real? This is what I do, word?
This is what I do, bitch! This is what I do

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
It's Big Gucci, (Ha!) mob moves you wise fools
You can't mute me, my whole life I'm ProTools
First day appeal, just salute me or shoot me
I stand on my word, I'm like Luke in the 90's
Cocaine crazy, 1980 baby
2/12 they birthed me, now find me in Miami
East Atlanta with me, always to the Grammy's
This time? Big bucks, no Whammies
My trunk slammin', my track jammin'
I'm too fancy, manners I left 'em
I'm healthy, stealthy, and wealthy, you try me?
I'll probably show a nigga how to drive a jet ski
Them Brick Squad niggas got me like I got me
Me, Flock and Baby back to Bank in red Bugattis
Brick Squad, Zone 6, Ca$h Money, whattup?
I might just fuckin' buy my mom a Maserati

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[Verse 2 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
I got 6's on my red & black whip (This is how I do)
Watch them girls choose, iced up like a fool
Po'n lean in my styrogoam, this is how I Screw
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ha! (Flocka!)
Flexin' with the crew, mean muggin' who?
Bad attitude, what-chu, wanna, do?
20 bottles, 40 blunts, meet me, on the, moon (Hold up)
Make it, make it, rain, now my lil' bitch strippers call me Papa Mane
Let my, pants hang, watch me, do my, chain, swang
Takin', bitches, mane, with this, yellow, diamond, karat, chain
Waka, Flocka, Flame, Gucci, Gucci, Mane
He with the Birdman, this is how we hang

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[Verse 3 - Juiceman:]
Ay! Ayy! Ayyy!
This is what I do, when I cut a damn fool
Man I come through Chevrolet, but it look grapefruit
Get my money stack it up, this is what real players do (Yessir)
If, he don't get no money then that nigga need to shoot
Smokin' kush at the house, while yo' bitch clean my shoe
Real gangsta nigga mayyyne, this is what I do
Say lil' partner just hit me sayin' "Man I need a deuce" (Okay!)
So I hit him with the Four's, this is what I do
Killed yo' baby momma, this is what I do (Damn!)
Work chipped cell phones, this is what I do
Rims on my car look like man they runnin' out they shoe
With that blue 20 piece, look like my backyard swimming pool
 
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