Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Call Me Inky"
(feat. Slim Dunkin & Wooh Da Kid)

"Call Me Inky"
(feat. Slim Dunkin & Wooh Da Kid)



They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
Couple ounces of that purple got that Sprite on me [X4]

R-Red polo red rory my shirt they caught me horsin
Baby bring three friends so we can have a foursome
I fucked em to my anthem hard in the paint
Fucked her till the bed break
Make that right leg shake
You know how I do
Bring a couple friends through
Lemme know if it's cool
Girl you a fool
How you ride dick
Got me sweatin' and shit

I'm on that Gudda shit
Man I need a Gudda bitch
Triple cutz on da phone
I'm on that purple shit
I'm out
Gotta take another sip

They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
Couple ounces of that purple got that Sprite on me [X4]

Zoo'd Cryst. at Benihana's
Stop flexin
You be in a Honda
Squad in the king
The giant will spend about a hundred
They got that long bread
You got that short caine
Only thing I miss is money and my court date

Feel sick
Need a checkup nigga
I can't spend it all
Cuz my check a nigga
Dumpin the ball
Better check up nigga
I don't need no stress
My respect up nigga

I'm up early in the morning
Get my cab before the cereal
Said I gotta eat
But I ain't talking cafeteria
Imperial
Killa cam in the cup
Southside beat with the whammie in tha trunk
Bitches in the back
Got my man's in the front
Baseball bat's 3 gram 1 hun
This ain't your ordinary pistol
Semi with the drums
Flocka smoke like he got a chimney in his lungs

They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
Couple ounces of that purple got that Sprite on me [X4]

4ozs of that drink
Zoo me the sprite
Bad bitches all around
So we gonna fuck tonight
A couple black
A couple spanish
Got a cup a white
An' they all jumpin dick
At the speed of light
She say she lov me
All because my body filled with ink
I think king filled em with crazy
Need to see a shrink
Lot of smoke
Got a cup a yopps
And a cup of paint
Got my mind trippin out
And I can't think
I'm inked up
Tell em write on me
No limit to my ink
Call me master p
BSM Boys
We worth a million
You standin at the bottom
That's a fuckin filler

 

[fox69]

"Can't Do Golds"

"Can't Do Golds"


[Hook 1:]
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check (flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breakin' sweats
Bitch I'm always fuckin' flexin', wearin' gold Rolex

[Hook 2:]
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do golds
I'm ridin' sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set

[Hook 1]

[Verse 1:]
Chinnin' through this work, I don't have to bench press
When it come to white, my dawgs always love to flex (FLEX)
You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (banana)
Run up in my stash then your mama gon' miss you
Stay up on my grizzle, thumbin' through a check (okay)
Stay a real nigga, I'm a put it on my set
Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom)
Nigga disrespect me, I'll just leave his ass wet

[Hook 2]

[Verse 2:]
He ain't never been scared to a hundred on his head
Cash - dead bastard, what his son is
That's your ass if I catch you slippin', with my gun it's...
Black mask, I'm always fuckin' hangin' with the robbers
Thumbin' through the bands, I be doin' it (you know)
I'm a real nigga, bitch, break yo fuckin' back
You a pussy nigga, you don't want no get back
I got raw, bounced back, gotta live with that
Same situation, get it how you live, bitch
Worth a couple of commas, you ain't even average
I'm flexin', Randy Savage
Free my nigga Boosie, I'm a fuckin' savage

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Candy Paint & Gold Teeth"
(feat. Bun B & Ludacris)

"Candy Paint & Gold Teeth"
(feat. Bun B & Ludacris)



Boss unh Flocka

[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we sum' heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers's eatin' sum' Soul Food
County attitude let me know if you down to
Party all night wit' my people
And if yo' ass go hungry man them old folk's they gone feed you
I bring Drama like Sammy Sam I'm so point five Twista, Bun
Do or Die car clean no suit and tie
Ghetto boy like Willie G, Cuttier wood grains like I'm Bill see, I hold the flame like Bun B
I ain't from the South that's Ludacris that's country shit fish and grits
Yall full of bits, wet paint, big rims, you can't help, but done notice it
When the beat is in dark shit, so coolin' it wit' my van
Sickest shit that I have
Country hell a little Mayonaise, yall' in Riverdale where we at

[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

[Verse 2: Bun B]
And I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my loces on, and I'm so cool
And my top it drops, and there's no roof
When I'm shinin' on it's my gold tooth
I'm trill as hell, and I'm heavy set
Pray to the Lord, but don't get it bent
I'm from the Hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit
I'm from Texas (Texas), Cadillac no Lexus (no Lexus)
That we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places
So you best not test us (test us) cuz' we'll get reckless
Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black glock take part of yo' necklace (necklace)
Tell me who gon' check (check) we outside down for the hood we gon' ride
My gladiater's, yeah they go live wit' them dayton's and them 4
So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face
Cause I'll pull that --, and I'll catch a case, and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace

[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Luda!!!
Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels
Seats look like I hollered at the Reeces peanut butter cup, and then made a deal
Trucks shakin' like jellied honey's ready to check the spread
Cuz' I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread
So keep yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
Cuz' in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right
Your southern living is like something you ain't never seen
Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green
Blacked out tint white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the neckbone, hamhock, collard green, cornbread eatin' women
We sum country certified gangsta's in the south
When you speak about who's hottest watch yo' (watch yo') mouth

[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

 

[fox69]

"Cash"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)

"Cash"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)



[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
So pump right out my bong
Don’t leave ‘til the whole bong gone
2 Track don’t fear my past
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
All I know is..

So pump right out my bong
Don’t leave ‘til the whole bong gone
2 Track don’t fear my past
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
All I know is..

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I gotta get it, gotta get it, oh the money marathon
All I know if flex and grind, what the flock? I gotta shine
I wanna hit it, wanna hit it, got that bitch on my mind
Ain’t no thin ones over here, you gon get stuck there every time
Waka Flocka Waka Flocka, keep the coke up every time
Winner ate the stash, it’s alright, can’t lose they mind
Late late late, you are my kind, thank you Billy porcupine
All I know is takin’ paper, aha gla gla gla
Always in the hood, ain’t hard to find
Get with us if you sell a tone
And you mad dog, fuck one time
What about yours and what about mine?
People tried, can’t stop me, I chui sukaki
Where you from, where wait up
My squad brick-nopoli
Squuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuad!

So pump right out my bong
Don’t leave ‘til the whole bong gone
2 Track don’t fear my past
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
All I know is..

So pump right out my bong
Don’t leave ‘til the whole bong gone
2 Track don’t fear my past
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
All I know is..

[Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid]
All I know is Guala Harry bring cash
I need all my money, Harry quick fast
Don’t plan, ‘xcept you playin’ with my check
You just had his shoulders, bitch ate a snack
I got 2 guys to leave you guys dirty
No one fuck with money on your hand, you’ll be found
Adios, enough of all this he say she say
I say you go down, you just made your pay
All he want is fame, pull him on the poster
Playin’ with my bred, it gets you burnt by the toaster
Grind for the cash, hustle for the hell of it
Gon say like I just like the smell of it

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
So pump right out my bong
Don’t leave ‘til the whole bong gone
2 Track don’t fear my past
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
All I know is..

So pump right out my bong
Don’t leave ‘til the whole bong gone
2 Track don’t fear my past
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
Hustlin’ for the cash
Grindin’ for this cash
All I know is..

 

[fox69]

"Chin Up"
(feat. Slim Dunkin)

"Chin Up"
(feat. Slim Dunkin)



[Intro:]
I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed [x7]

[Waka Flocka:]
(Bricksqaud Monopoly)
The industry grew me up mentally,
Physically, financially ya'll can't fuck with me.
I'm soon to be in the top three put it on the
Beat my G. Partner got two, Brother got two,
Momma got five [?] momma got eight. It ain't
Bout cake plus a nigga I'm straight. Eat it out
The pot I don't need no plate, you can ask
My girl I don't need no date. Four singles up
Aye shawty you late. Sleep when I'm dead meet
Me at my wake. Ninety-five problems like the
Beast awake (west side). Everytime they hate
I act alright. I love every beat southside make.
They call me mister eight-oh-eight. Roll up blunts
I don't do no shake. House on the hill I don't want no lake
Pump yo bricks why u worried bout us. Monopoly
Boys in the squad I trust plus I got friends in need, family
To feed. Flag in my pocket as unity. Not the same person I
Used to be. I ain't going nowhere, get used to me Flocka!

[Hook:]
Pick yo chin up (Flocka) don't walk with your head down.
Those just words don't let them knock you down
I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed [x3]
All for one one for all. One swing we all swing.
All these niggas they got my back, a mill ticket that's chump
Change I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed [x3]

[Slim Dunkin:]
Cause gettin' money don't make shit (Nope)
Nigga never gave me nothing, had to take shit.
Whole hood rep blue like the Patriots (Squad)
Got the glock like nigga do the matrix (Pow)
Niggas start breaking laws, fuck jail. Went to court,
Judge was like no bail (Shit) I don seen a lot of things on the
Dope scale. I ain't trap rob a nigga wholesale. Fifty deep
Everybody gotta eat (gotta eat) one bed everynody gotta sleep
(Gotta sleep) spend hours in the line just to [?] folks. Put
Barack in the office, nigga still broke. Daddy beat momma
Ass, yeah I had it rough. Fucked a nigga up so I got big enough.
Did shit nigga hoping to do, why you want my autograph nigga
I'm broker than u. Momma cried, two jobs. two [?], work [?].
Forgive me my God, I'm fucked up, times hard. Dirty shoes
Rent due, D Moss we miss you. Behind the mic, they don't
Know what Slim D been through... Dunk!

[Hook:]
Pick yo chin up (Flocka) don't walk with your head down.
Those just words don't let them knock you down
I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed [x3]
All for one one for all. One swing we all swing.
All these niggas they got my back, a mill ticket that's chump
Change I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Clap"
(feat. French Montana)

"Clap"
(feat. French Montana)



Flocka
I love money and she love me back
Money in my stomach got me lookin' like I'm fat
Throwin' my ass cap, watchin' strippers bring me stacks
I got a whole lotta this, got a whole lotta that
Got me feelin like I'm cap, why these rap whack?
I get money good, got them girls fuckin with me
Pink Panther chain screamin out where is Nikki
Autograph my CD, catch me on TV

Clap clap clap for my money
Clap clap clap if you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty, with some money
(Flocka Waka Flocka Waka)

Clap clap clap for my money
Clap clap clap if you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty, with some money
(Flocka Waka Flocka Waka)

Pink Panther chain, you can call me walkin' lean
Watch codeine, bracelet promethazine
Rollin up them beans, cold Shawty clean
Diamonds on my rappin jeans, I call em record deals
I'm a shiny ass rolemodel, 20k for Remy bottles,
That's that white clear shit, I don't fear shit (MONOPOLY)
I'm my CEO shit (MONOPOLY)
I'm a artist with a artist, and his single hard as mine, that's real shit

Clap clap clap for my money
Clap clap clap if you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty, with some money
(Flocka Waka Flocka Waka)

Clap clap clap for my money
Clap clap clap if you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty, with some money
(Flocka Waka Flocka Waka)

You ride big rims, I ride factories
At my concerts girls be chasin' after me
I swear they be attackin' me, hoetel pornography
I got to be so brick squad monopoly,
Invest back in my company, ain't no breakin' me
I can fit a hundred thousand dollars in these Dickies
The number 1 one song in the world fuckin' with me
I'm a smoke 3 thousand bells of load this year
WAKA FLOCKA FLAME!

Clap clap clap for my money
Clap clap clap if you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty, with some money
(Flocka Waka Flocka Waka)

Clap clap clap for my money
Clap clap clap if you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty, with some money
(Flocka Waka Flocka Waka)

 

[fox69]

"College Girl"
(feat. Quez Of Travis Porter)

"College Girl"
(feat. Quez Of Travis Porter)



[Intro:]
I was told if you hustle it'll pay off
Real nigga, can't go soft
Shinin' hard with the lights off
Crazy high and she drop it low
Bad as Hell and she fuck slow
Our connection on a different level
She educated in ghetto

[Hook:]
I was told if you hustle it'll pay off
Real nigga, can't go soft
Shinin' hard with the lights off
Crazy high and she drop it low
Bad as Hell and she fuck slow
Our connection on a different level
She educated in ghetto
I was told if you hustle it'll pay off
Real nigga, can't go soft
Shinin' hard with the lights off
Crazy high and she drop it low
Bad as Hell and she fuck slow
Our connection on a different level
She educated in ghetto
I'll be doggin' on doggin', I'll be doggin' on doggin'
Make you feel like a star
Start recording...
Benz I got that (flex) always poppin' on...
Pulled a foreign, now these niggas watchin' y'all
You know...

[Verse 1:]
Feels like paradise when I'm in the O
Wasn't more, tryna hide my feelings but it's visible
Drunk as Hell off pink Moe, met her at a show in Chicago
Fast as Hell, but she fuck slow
Bad as Hell, but she fuck slow
She get money, don't need a pole
The secret type, don't let you know
Her body language so sexual
Like a peep show when she walk by
Leave her cross-eyed,
Grown-ass man, no bow tie, tell ya no lie
This kind of girl got my nose open
Pulled out, left the sheets soakin'
Wet, stay down, grindin' hard for this check
You know I was born to bank

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Shorty educated, but lil' mama from the hood
But she got a good job, man let's get that understood
She got a Beamer with some rims, she fell in love with him
But she come to my crib and I get that girl on film
Okay, she get high, her grades high
Drop it low and she out the door
No because she's got to go
We low on rubbers, she got some more
She came back, she hit the weed
We fucked twice then hit the three
Them big tits, those double Ds
Man smart girls the biggest freeze

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Color Blind"

"Color Blind"



I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm gonna leave with every gang
I'm gonna leave with everybody, man

I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm gonna leave with every gang
I'm gonna leave with everybody, man

I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm gonna leave with every gang
I'm gonna leave with everybody, man

She color blind, she just want my money
Whole grind, you can't get my money
Bitch, you lying, you just want my money
And I'm a stay real to my gang
They probably hatin' 'cause I got the money
I'm in a trail tryina stay here rhyming
I'm all on stage rapping for this money
Bring your top coming, I got money
I'm color blind, you already know
I'm color blind, girl, drop it low
I'm color blind for the money
Money, money, money

I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm gonna leave with every gang
I'm gonna leave with everybody, man

I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm gonna leave with every gang
I'm gonna leave with everybody, man

I'm still color blind, I'm chasing dough
Chase the dough, man, chase the dough
I already grind hard times
But know I got the money, pussy watch me shine
I'm color blind, all I know is money
It's all business when it come to money
Girls give me kisses every time I throw the money
Throw that, honey, yeah
Word around town I went triple platinum
All on stake, 10 000 yellow bricks
I'm a stay hood to the end, I'm a stand hood to the end

I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm gonna leave with every gang
I'm gonna leave with everybody, man

I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm color blind when it come to money
I'm gonna leave with every gang
I'm gonna leave with everybody, man

 

[fox69]

"Come Around"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Come Around"
(feat. Young Thug)



Uh, no!
The mixtape gentlemen, nigga!

[Hook:]
Shawty do her thing for the squad whenever she come around
I'm trying to smoke a whole pound whenever I come around
I'm a get a nigga a new style whenever I go around
Nigga play on my chess shit down whenever
I got no mother fucking nets on my bizack
I got no mother fucking niggas on top my bizack
I got no mother fucking nets on my bizack, on my bizack, on my bizack
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!

Shout South bitch, I make her string like a guitar
Fuck you, fuck you bad bitch, I want you bad as 'em all
She came crying so 'em dope'make her'
She ain't ran got the radars on her head like scar
She gonna take me swim, I'm diving, I'm striping
Hear that motherfucker'
Anyday you hoes will put our lies in
Check my vibe in!
Nigga, play with hoe, I'm a let that pussy down, down
Get down!
No end over my round! Got round!
I'm no bo, I think I'm'
Hold on, let me think, it's'

[Hook:]
Shawty do her thing for the squad whenever she come around
I'm trying to smoke a whole pound whenever I come around
I'm a get a nigga a new style whenever I go around
Nigga play on my chess shit down whenever
I got no mother fucking nets on my bizack
I got no mother fucking niggas on top my bizack
I got no mother fucking nets on my bizack, on my bizack, on my bizack
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!

All I know is turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up!
Got this alcohol in my cup, in my cup, in my cup, my cup, hey
Hey, live my life like my last, live my life like my last
I'm a hold in my glass, broke nigga kiss my ass!
DJ, turn me up, up!
This my fucking jam!
Bitches acting up, up, bitches going round
Hey, I'm a through them bands, bands
Yeah, them racks, hoe
Break your motherfucking back, hoe!
For, for, for a real nigga!
I say, 'bitch break your back for a real nigga!'
Squad! Shawty do her thing for the squad
When we come around, you know, shout to 'em'

[Hook:]
Shawty do her thing for the squad whenever she come around
I'm trying to smoke a whole pound whenever I come around
I'm a get a nigga a new style whenever I go around
Nigga play on my chess shit down whenever
I got no mother fucking nets on my bizack
I got no mother fucking niggas on top my bizack
I got no mother fucking nets on my bizack, on my bizack, on my bizack
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!

 

[fox69]

"Confused"

"Confused"


[Hook:]
Bouncers act like workers, workers act like bouncers
Hoes act like bitches, and these bitches act like women
Boy they all confused
Most rappers act like drug dealers but never caught a plug
Or never sold dope
Boy they all confused
Snitches act like gangsters, gangsters out here snitchin' spending rich but he really penny pinching
I said they all confused, they all confused, they all confused
I said they all confused, they all confused, they all confused

[Verse:]
No point to prove, I'm just me, I don't chill, making history
I feel like Malcom X fresh from Mecca I got enemies
Flockaveli, finger fuck this industry; my money
All you middle eastern holy [?] enemy
The words I spit is biblical
I just reached my pinnacle my feeling now invincible
I'm the principle
Million dollar business move these rap niggas looking pitiful
They all confused
A rotten [?] don't notice you
Eat a rapper cannibal
Grew up round them in the [?]
You turn around they stabbin' you
I said it once I say it twice they all confused
Check them [?] crew
Companies won't sponsor you plus now your label dropping you, fool

[Hook]