1.Clap
I love money an she love me back,
Money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat,
,gatta big ass staack , watch the striper bring me sacks,(i
gatta whole lotta this whole lotta that) gat me feelin like im
cap,wy these lame niggas rap, i get money good gat them girls
fuckin wit me, pink panther chain screamin out where is nikki,
so please grab my cd catch me on tv
(course)x2
Clap clap clap fa my money
Clap clap clap it you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty , wit some money
Waka flocka
Pink panther chain you can call me walk an lean,
Watch codeine, braclet promethazine,
Rollin up them beans ,shawty cold shawty clean,
Blame this on my rappin dream,
I call em record deals, shiny ass rolemodel,
20k fa remy bottles, thats that white clear shit,
I don fear shit,(MONOPOLY), on my ceo shit,(MONOPOLY), im a
artist where a artist, wit a single hard as mine, thats real
shit
(course)x2
Clap clap clap fa my money
Clap clap clap it you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty , wit some money
Waka flocka
You ride big rims i ride factorys,
At my concerts girls be chasin after me,
I swear they be attactin me, ho's ta ponography,
I gat to be so bricksquad monopoly,
Invest stacks in my company,aint no point it cant meet,
I can fit a hundred thousend dollas in these dickes,
The number 1 one song in the world fuckin wit me,
Ima smoke 3 thousend bells of loud this year,
WAKA FLOCKA FLAME!!!!!
(course)x2
Clap clap clap fa my money
Clap clap clap it you count money
Clap clap clap throw some money
Slap her in the booty , wit some money
(Skep_Boy_Mike)
Its skep boy from the crib to da grave,
I be damned if i be another nigga slave,
Clap clap clap 5x im goin stupid hard ,
Nigga wy lie, ima crazy nigga master ofdisguise,
Look me in my eyes, nigga dont lie ,
Ion lik dat shit yu a get pistol whiped,
Wit he fuckin grip, bust 5 five shots redd beam dotts,
Lik chicken pocks, nigga im fresh,
Dont get put to death,
Im not dyin nigga gatta triple breast,
I a run threw any body wit the fuckin tech,
Don try me it will not last, bullet on ya ass,
My skep boy niggaz yeah we bout to eat,
They gone see packs ery where hot guns at they feet,
Call befo you hit tha door, i jus fucked his ho,
I put it in her throwt, but she didn chooch,
Bitch...!! B's^ P's^ suuuwooo
2.Round Of Applause
Round of applause, baby, make that a clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Round of applause, baby, make that a clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
D-d-drop it down and just
Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the twerk team
Hair long, ass fat, shawty mean
That girl look like Halle Berry when I'm on them knees
When I hit the scene, girls yelling and they scream
Flocka, can you be my baby daddy？ Yes
Pimping like I'm dolomite, hoes jump in my caddy
Smoke like I got cataract
In the strip club throwing up them stacks
Got racks on top on racks
Bust that pussy, make that ass clap, clap, clap
I ain't done with you, baby, bring that ass back
Still got 20′s, still got 50′s, even got no 100′s
Throw some money, throw some money, I'ma let it go
Wacka Flocka Flame better known as Mr. Let It Go
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Round of applause, baby, make that a clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
D-d-drop it down and just
Uh, bust it like you can't afford a car, you a star
You look in the mirror, you know who you are
Right？ Cool, take it low, take it way lower than that
I fly private when I go, ain't no layover on that
Yeah, I made it to the top, took a seat, still sitting, man
I'm up a the stadium in DC, still tipping, man
She could have paid tuition five times, still stripping now
Just throw a couple bills and she'll have a pair of heels
Oh no, there I go, magic tricking on your ass
Throwing every president except for Nixon on your ass
Make you rich, I feel like I should make commission on your ass
Wonder what you'd would ever do if I went missing on your ass,
huh
Round of applause, baby, make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Round of applause, baby, make that a clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
D-d-drop it down and just
Throwing stacks
O-M-G, S-M-H, when I'm on that stage
Pour Rosay all on her ass
A round of applause, baby, pop that pussy
Drop it down for me, girl, do a split
Do you smoke, girl？ Got a zip
White Remy Martin, who want a sip？
4-5 on my hip
But I can't guarantee and every word I say is slurry
Vision man is blurry, drunk too much liquor
Smoke too much weed, bitch, I'm on too much E
I'm so high
(Yo' ma, miss me)
And I'm a strip club, shawty, I'm a big tipper
Two hundred then I pull down my zipper, uh
Shawty say she love me and she wanna meet my crew
Squad, niggas know we go hard
Round of applause, baby, make that a clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Round of applause, baby, make that a clap
Drop it to the floor, make that a clap
Let me see you
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby, drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, b-bust it, bust it
D-d-drop it down and just
3.I Don't Really Care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches yelling it
Thugged out rich as hell plus I'm throwing dick
Drunk as shit, everywhere I go I'm yellin bricksquad monopoly
loud as shit
Throwing money in the air fuck it I don't care
50 for the ear rings that's 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne independence day
I ain't really want yo number yo friend look better anyway
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
Gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I'm swaggin on the sofa
I be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
Bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there nigga I ain't never scared
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
I see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
Mean mug them back yellin out I'm gettin cake x2
10, 000 worth of ones on the way, he ain't playin with
A check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
She left with me, uhhh, interception
He saying he gone kill me when he catch me but I
Don't really care I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really carelly care.
4.Triple F Life (Intro)
Yo
Bricksquad Monopoly
Triple F hoe
Bricksquad Monopoly
Triple F hoe
Bricksquad Monopoly
Triple F hoe
See my friends showed me so much
Good or bad, they all I had
Reminisce on the past
And to the ones that past, lift a glass
See my friends down, all for one one for all
We gon' swang
If you ballin do yo thing
Tell a hata kiss yo ass
Where ya'll was when we was eatin dollar menus？
So close to a homeless man pickin' trash
See my friends they was all I had
They showed me so much unconditional love
Shawty, real shit
I'm mentally home alone
So I'm kickin' down do's
Layin' niggas on flo's
See my friends they all I had
Showed me so much good or bad
You don't like how we live
Nigga, kiss our ass
If you, if you, if you ballin' put yo cup up (cup up)
If you, if you, if you ballin' put yo cup up (cup up)
If you, if you, if you ballin' throw yo top back (top back)
If you, if you, if you ballin' throw yo top back (top back)
They wanna see me dead and locked up (ugh)
They wanna see me dead and locked up (ugh)
If you ballin', if you, If you, if you ballin' (ballin)
Put yo cup up, why they wanna see me locked up？ (locked up,
locked up, locked up)
5.Let Dem Guns Blam
Fuck 'em , fuck!
I'm too dry, I'm too hot for that… shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that … shit!
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
…Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
My chopper filled up, let 'em things blam
…got extendos, let 'em things blam
Often with the.. full of young niggers
Ain't no OGs, just some young niggers!
Damn, bang it! Sell 'em weed
Shooters, it's some ecstasy!
Dumble more, dumble crazy, most have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up one time.
..hey my nigger, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I … the shine.
Let em guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I might go kinda jezy… it's the summer of…
Chorus：
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To tired up in my block
Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
Real niggers till my hart stop
They can't make your body rock.
Won't stop 'till I see it by the..
Fuck right here by the..
Leave my .. all the talk
I'm about to..
My young niggers, a lot of…
one beep, no talking, shout it, that's a…
Live with no regret, …
A nigger want me dead, got too much … on my head, got too much
respect.
Flocka, dignity! while you're hating on me I'm making history
Walka on… while shitting me
Throw money on the bitch, ain't shit to me!
Chorus：
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To tired up in my block
Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
Real niggers till my hart stop
They can't make your body rock.
My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't no talking about no pills nigger, we slaughter around with
these…
..fitting rhymes in this mac
I put a price on your head and they won't…
You niggers ain't told no straps
Yo niggers don't want no whore
Yo niggers don't want my…
Came around by your front door.
But that ..shit, cause you pop shit
..like you got shit
Had my niggers in your crib
You run around like you got…
Hold niggers down cause they switch side
You dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you get fried.
No real niggers on this side
Niggers shoot like… do
Every nigger that's around me get real money and…
Chorus：
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To tired up in my block
Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
Real niggers till my hart stop
They can't make your body rock!
6.Rooster In My Rari
Pay for what, girl you better pay for this dick
She the type to fall for two Zans and an outfit
I'm with the Zans crew, so it's hunneds on the floor
My hoes is off in the mo, I be balling ho
Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Okay, uh, flex, these hoes, we done run through them
Xans we done chewed them, lames better salute them
These hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them
I don't like your kind, you a bougie ho
All in my face like a groupie ho
Can't do one girl need a group of ho
She a fool when she on that pole
Break it down, drop it low
Clap that, do it slow
Ran out of ones I'ma order some mo
Shawty got good friends on her honor roll
And … with moves like that no, girl you a pro
Hundred bands in my pocket, just to let you know
I'm too turnt, everything's a go
What it's gonna be, what it's gonna cost
Everything's on me, my god believe
We're bricksquad monopoly
I stay flexin iced out with a bank roll
Drunk as fuck everything's slow mo
Black girls, white girls at my show
Even got latin girls in the front row
Throwin throwin throwing dough
Throwing dough, throwin dough
Throwing dough, throwin dough
Bitch I said throwing stacks
Flocka, her hair long and her ass fat
She screaming broke niggas that way
Where the ballers at, fuck her all night
And never call her back
Homerun the pussy every time I swing my bat
Squad, and if it's good I'ma double-back
Desperately I need some Zans, where my da-da at
Squad, if it's good, I'ma double-back
Flocka, desperate needs for them Zans, where my Da-Da at
7.Get Low
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma put it on
Oooh, she's just my type (Flocka)
Hair long and her eyes light
Her smile shine like the sunlight
One of a kind, baby momma type
Friend muggin, she the hater type
Waka Flocka, I'm the player type (Flex)
Jewelry bright, winter white
Champagne chilled on ice
Hold up!
Every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor
Hands on your hips, get real low
Throwing money, my M.O
So slot me your info
Let me know, what you doing tonight girl
I ain't got time for no games
I'm only here for tonight girl
Lemme see you get low, low, low
To the floor floor floor
Grab your hips girl
Fuck your man
Gimme some more more more
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma put it on
Ride for him
Cause he say I ride real good
Pop star, but I f-ck him like i'm still hood
Heard he wanna spend money on a red b-tch
Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
Anyway boobs up and my a-s out
Somebody get a medic when he pass out
Big nicki in the game n-gga brick squad
I ain't f-ck-ng with no lines n-gga, ahhh
Dis dat part when I slow it down like this, ahh
Somebody better get da b-tch another round, ahh
Fly as f-ck I need a co-pilot
When I come out it's a m-therf-cking hoe riot
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
They your size, little waist don't match your thighs
Say you're on my level but my level too high
Looking in your eyes, don't look so surprised
I know you ain't heard that, before
Searching in the club and I just found one
Pick up lines, I just dropped mine
Single for the night, tryna double my fun
So whats up, to the bad bitch
In the corner, with her ass big
And her hair long, I'mma grab it
She call me daddy, but I'm a bastard
Like, I ain't tryna be horse ＆ carriage
Or tryna take care of you, so put your bad habit
I just wanna smash it, smash it
Pass it, show you where the cash is, cash is
But first lemme see you...
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
8.Fist Pump
Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out)
They don't even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air...
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump
Baby jump around for me, bounce
Say that shit now break it down for me (down for me)
Let's hit the buckle, couple rounds with me (rounds with me)
Grab my hand, let me take you to VIP (chuck chuck VIP)
See, my life is like a movie
Patient, what the fuck is you thinkin'？
Better yet, what the fuck is you drinkin'？
Better yet, what the fuck is you smokin'？
What's hapennin'？ What's up？
If you feel like me, you're fucked up, put your cup up
I'm in the club poppin' bottles, got a girl drunk
Say the instance of a fist pump
If you that call, if you that jump
Arms in the air, Shawty do the fist pump
Do you know where we at now？ (at now)
Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out)
They don't even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air...
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump
Fuckin' off the club when we fist pump
Whole party lookin' at us crazy cause we destruct
My body showin' symptoms of liquor in my system
Her booty workin' hard like it's time to own a pension
Now listen： face face I'm drash
Don't really wanna see me no more
Can't say we gang high, ballin' like a bank shot
Around, get your ego broke
Last time I was dissed up
I swear it was a year ago
From standin' up when we leave the club
I'm a call that shit a miracle
Cause damn, I'm gold
Twist up, mixed up, twist up
And her booty too big for the seats in my coup
I'm a have to put it in the pick-up truck
Damn, I'm gold
Mixed up, twist up, mixed up
And we feelin' leave here with so many bad bitches
We gon have to take 'em home in the pick-up
Do you know where we at now？ (at now)
Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out)
They don't even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air...
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump
9.Candy Paint ＆ Gold Teeth
Boss unh Flocka
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)
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 hobo's they go 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
grease
Yall full of bits, wet paint, big reels, 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
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)
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)
What 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
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)
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
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)
10.Cash
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...
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...
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
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...
11.Lurkin'
Waka Flocka
In the train to after life
Hide then the motherfucker party
You ain't Jesus Christ
Hold on trap
Hold on trap
Try TM shit one more time
Please my nigger
Squad
Hey
Fuck all the nigger man
Nigga off the city
Nigga over there throwing show
Nigga ain't givin' money
You nigga talking crazy
Fuck wrong with you nigger (808 Mafia)
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad
Hide dogs on first sight
If you ain't gonna run that top it nigga
Hands off of Flocka nigga
Hide dogs at first sight
If you ain't gonna run that top it nigga
Hands off of Flocka nigga
Want to flop his ass out
Shout it with that mouth about
While y'all nigga' bring the bitch about
Ain't a nigga' that bend that hard
I doubt that, they ain't shot nobody
And you ain't shot back
Ain't my nigga' with a hardhead
Two penny, flat back
With an f' in your click clack
That's the sound of us lurkin'
Outside of your trailer
Outside of your peeps house
Outside of your momma house
Outside of the club
Chillin' at your concert
To it 'till my fingers hurt
Waka Flame
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad
That's right if you disrespect me
Imma knock 'em out
Pull off at his concert
And join that knowin' with that mouth about
Nigga ,short temper like I'm JJ
Clinking like a hottub
Got hairs like a wolf
With silk on beat
With you know who
Hope your boy down the ride nigga'
All my niggas gonna ride nigga
Can't wait 'till the day we goin' live nigga
Rise nigga,let them fallow me
Better all fucking with me
My fingers stay sticky
Don't leave no money around me
Look at you, playing county
Say you will toral
Say I'll fight it to the demon
I fallow the nigga sway
You can call in my singer
Look at my skit
My nigga be playing
Chillin, waiting for the trial
They gonna notice the rail
When I lick off the shot
Man but a dry school,my flesh hot
I don't ride clip with an A.R. '50
Bet it wake up your flesh
Waka Flocka motherfucker
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Lurk,lurk,lurk
Squad
Yo I did it J
Pussy I drove up on the street
Guess at least I'll work in ackle
This bitch sure got alot of kin
Do what I need y'all nigga to do
Ask me 'bout another bitch
Ask me 'bout a body
So I'm legally shit
I'll free the fill
250 round, pussy
That's that our kind of shit
Ride right in a river car
With the zone on I tip they shit
Stop hiding, duckin' and duck nigga
Let's go get it over with
For air sas, closed cast
I give my all nigga,bonus here
Motherfucker I.R.
I'm tryin' to end you permanently
Y'all niggers wanna talk it out
But me and my niggers want to burn your bits
We lurkin'
Everybody got spits on them
Lurkin'
We lurkin' nigga all the time we want it
Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
12.U Ain't Bout That Life
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 bullshit, flip a purp
He don't know how they fuck for really keep
He ain't never lose a doggy, he's fuckin' innocent
He ain't have the weapon 30 times just to keep just to kill a
bitch
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 it, counterfeit
You a fart under pressure, tell quicker than your boss
Time to hit your hood with a bodyguard
They so not squad, young'uns, they will pull your cars
U ain't bout that life
I could tell the same fucker 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
13.Power Of My Pen
For the money and the power
Some are sellin', so turned on they fire
All for the price of dope, but I bet that won't work
For the money and the power
We risk it all, lose at life
Get locked up, won't learn
Come back harder, do that twice
For the money and the power
The game of life, will I win？
Roll the dice, If I lose
Blow my ashes to the wind
For the money and the power
Power of my pen, tell my friends
That's it family that this year I'm goin' in
If I die tomorrow, go and look over my family
Friends' fans can't judge 'bout grands
'Bout 2 girls French last year
Stressed out, can't help myself
So I'll be stacking up grands
Waka just stay down, right until the end
Ain't nothing I can do, fell who？ Not death？
But us came to fell, put a brand together, turn it up
Then I changed my dream, created a team
Locals tryna intervene, uncle Mike's attitude
Shorty, I gotta get it by any means
God bless me and my enemies
Diamonds on my neck and I freeze
I stay cool in it, I'm so low key
Behind tents are the kites that rince
Blow heaven sin on the wild accents
G Mack when the money stacked when I actin' magic
In the hood not snitchin'
Why no police missions
The white folks dominated prisons
My voice been the hood uplifting
My best friend, one way to take him
Trade they mamas
For the money and the power
Some are sellin', so turned on they fire
All for the price of dope, but I bet that won't work
For the money and the power
We risk it all, lose at life
Get locked up, won't learn
Come back harder, do that twice
For the money and the power
The game of life, will I win？
Roll the dice, If I lose
Blow my ashes to the wind
For the money and the power
Power of my pen, tell my friends
That's it family that this year I'm goin' in
I was like Waka, why you turned your back on Louie？
What a friendship that
I was the one that put the hood on the map
Yell hard, put the hood on my back
Got my spike, that's a known fact
Push up once you're here on my back
I'm the bull, I'll snatch your flag
Dance up without no swag
Break now, it ain't about the bag
Would Claiko win？
Boys charge a plane, chartered the most fab
Where farmies at
Wish I could bring Kyley Giben back
I'm about that, when that deep wet
It was my size, never turn your back
Never touch the fire, never put up your rack
The game of life, will I win？
Platinumed up, all on my pen
Never would I ever travel again
The street life, my friends just they trapped in
Robbin' still in traffic and they did it
For the money and the power
Some are sellin', so turned on they fire
All for the price of dope, but I bet that won't work
For the money and the power
We risk it all, lose at life
Get locked up, won't learn
Come back harder, do that twice
For the money and the power
The game of life, will I win？
Roll the dice, If I lose
Blow my ashes to the wind
For the money and the power
Power of my pen, tell my friends
That's it family that this year I'm goin' in
Squad
Tell my friends that's the family, that this year I'm goin' in
Squad
Tell my friends that's the family, that this year I'm goin' in
Squad
14.Flex
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
I'm chillin' in our sessions
I'm in my private section, give me pussy then I'm sexin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
What she know 'bout flexin'？
Might pull up to the Weston and hella girl undressin'
I've this ice on me but my heart cold
I'm a real motherfucker, check my bar code
In the strip club, prolly at the blue fline
Scratches on the whip, a Mini coup
Okay I stepped up from the scene super clean
Got a 50 in my jeans, screamin' money ain't a thing
A vilt full of bottles, got some models and some bitches
Man I'm just a young, checked up in the club ballin', stacks up
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
We'll be sayin' flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin'？ Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Okay all I know it flexes you
Some different check you more
Shorty can't hit the whip, I need a astro blow
Spare tier in the trunk, ride with an extra shot
Spend your red money at that Benihana restaurant
Gucci low, Polo, diamond dancing go go
Whole squad flexin' like army have my logo
Karate kickin', dojo
Paparazzi photo
Aggravated flexin',.. plain Nolo
We against bein' broke
Dirt Gang protest
We gon spend harder than the mob, bow flex
On this shit period, contest
Waterfall money in the club, got your how with
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
We'll be sayin' flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin'？ Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Came to the club, savin' chains, do it too much
Ferrari Rary fay Waka Flocka flexed up
All dogs really spend it cool...
Two crowds for my haters, throw your gropes on
White Remy Martin but we buy by the case long
Smoke back to back in our Rollie and eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
He know, she know, I'll be flexin'
All this Remy Martin, I might mix it with some Rosay
Heavy rotation on the radio you get no play
Ball ball ball ball ball ball go and get it
Dream about it all weekend
Flex!
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
We'll be sayin' flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin'？ Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
15.Triple F Life (Outro)
Flocka
Yea, crazy man
I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so
much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe uh
Who to believe uh, who to believe uh
I've been going through so much
Who-who to believe？
My partner got murdered, friends turned to phony
Next door neighbors tryna put the people on me
Life's a bitch, I see a brother there creepin' on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me？
And I write it on me, and I write it on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me？
And I write it on me, and I write it on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me？
I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so
much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak
I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so
much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak
My partner got murdered, friends turned to phony
Next door neighbors tryna put the people on me
Life's a bitch, I see a brother there creepin' on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me？
Count my days in blessings, though every mistake made was a life
learned lesson
Swear I ain't flexin'
Police pulls us over cause the color, I can play shit
Then I have style, now we singin' on tours
Me against the world so I'm voicin' my pain get
Did I forget to mention how they stole my mom the credit？
And I blew prank, gave it to another
Leffers on stock, yea we fucked up
Damn.
I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so
much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak
I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so
much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak
December 16, a part of me died
Part of me stayed strong but a part of me cried
Pardon me on this song while I'm spillin' my pain
Or pardon me getting weed when they mention your name
It go RIP Slim D (who？) say it
Your life over envy
A lot of snakes in the ground, Lord protect me
When I make it to the gates don't reject me
I've been going through it, don't know, don't know when it's
months
So I just sip a little and the blunt burn
Everything I do, I do it for my family
And my heart too big, that family, family
I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so
much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe uh
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak
I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so
much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe uh
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak
My partner got murdered, friends turned to phony
Next door neighbors tryna put the people on me
I wish I could fly away
I wish I could fly away
I wish I could fly away
16.Chin Up
(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 yall cant fuck with me.
Im 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 aint
bout cake plus a nigga im straight. Eat it out
the pot I dont need no plate, you can ask
my girl I dont need no date. Four singles up
aye shawty you late. Sleep when im 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 dont do no shake. House on the hill I dont 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 aint going nowhere,get used to me Flocka!
Hook
Pick yo chin up (Flocka) dont walk with your head down.
Those just words dont 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 thats chump
change I got friends that need, family to feed
friends that need, family to feed (x3)
Slim Dunkin
Cause gettin' money dont 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 aint 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
im broker than u. Momma cried, two jobs. two ？？？, work ？？？.
Forgive me my God, im fucked up, times hard. Dirty shoes
rent due, D Moss we miss you. Behind the mic, they dont
know what Slim D been through..Dunk!
Hook
Pick yo chin up (Flocka) dont walk with your head down.
Those just words dont 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 thats chump
change I got friends that need, family to feed
friends that need, family to feed (x3)
17.Everything I Love
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love nigga, on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love put that on everything I love, FLEX, the
money, FLEX, the cars, FLEX, the bitches
Jackers looking at my motherfucker chain, grab it
Send a hundred shots through life line static
I'm from clayton county where the youngest cause havoc
I'm the prodigy, Bricksquad Mob Deep, Dark pair of shades you
can call me easy-E
Nigga with that attitude you nothing like me
Now got me Ms. Scrooge nigga I'm like Scrooge
That's on everything you love six shotsat your mama house
Next thing you talk about flocka take the words
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love nigga, on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love put that on everything I love
Million dollar house, basement full of plastic
Hung up on my permits bitch your son gonna be a bastard
On everything I love girl everyone you love
I send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love nigga, on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love put that on everything I love
And just women and dance clothes
This is my name I guess to rearrange
The heart attack money
You gotta love that
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a shot on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love nigga, on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love put that on everything I love.
18.Inky
19.Barry Bonds
Always been a gunner, my nigga, never ducker
And she wanna ride with a nigga like me
And she wanna hang and smoke with me
Man I love when the crowd recite every lyric
Rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the Lord
hear it
What they talkin bout we livin'
Waddup mane, what it do bustas
Know y'all don't like us but your girls wanna fuck us
Nigga what you drinkin, what you sippin
Most my niggas blood, so I'm crippin'
Out in Chi-Town with some real GD's and some BL's
Gangsta worldwide with this shit my nigga can't you tell
So say 'Crime don't pay, ' it's hard to tell
Niggas said it with my chain in the cell
I be on my Maserati boss shit
Top down in the winter
Middle of the summer but it's feeling like December
Yeah, I wake up in the morning with a bitch I don't remember,
I'm a winner
So my whole team start
Ballin like I'm Barry hitting bitches out the park, home run
You better get your own son
I'm on now, and I'm on one
I thank God for another one, then roll another one
Hit my connect up, tell him I need another one
King size bedroom sets with double Ds in it
Nigga the condo smellin like a weed clinic
Room 1017 that's at the top nigga
Smokin Grade A while I'm getting topped nigga
PS in the new Roll, and I'm Pac nigga
I love my squad
Money over bitches I love my mom
And a four door Porsche with a hip-hop vixen
I rubberband the work so you know a nigga stretch it
And if she stepped on we just call that bitch neglected
Whip it like a slave, all white, I'm a racist
Running for the money like a horse when it races
Cash on my mind, money on my mental
Look me in my eyes, can you tell me what I've been through
I've been to hell and back, I've got some passes I can lend you
Chef up in the kitchen, but this ain't Benihana's
But I'm working two Pacs, I call 'em baby mommas
I'm tryin to make a profit so I cut it like a razor
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