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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Donovan Winters
Donovan Winters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Executive Producer
Debra Antney
Debra Antney
Executive Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
L-Don Beatz
L-Don Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got my billions up, fuckin with dem white folks
Now I don't give a fuck, cause I'm richer than dem white folks
Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet
Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and land my jet
I'm, I'm hustlin out of Harlem, Paulie Castellano
Bitch, I am a problem, I just bought the Delano
Pimpin in my convo, bitches come in combos
Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo
I don't fuck with fake hoes! All I touch is J-Lo's
All I drink is my shit, Ciroc by the case load
Movies is my next shit, two mil on my necklace
Bad Boy, 80 million motherfuckin records
[Verse 2]
I fucked my money up, I bought another Rolls Royce
To pick my homies up, my top back like "Oh boy"
Step yo' game up, you ridin ****, hold on
I switched the game up, one stack that's for the whole zone
That's thirty-six a kilo, bitch, I think I'm Nino
Bitch, I think I'm Scarface, bitch, I'm Al Pacino
Flippin my lil' C-notes, painted my new Benzo
Took my bitch to Red Lobster, I cain't feed no friends, ho!
Bitch, I'm on my high horse, jewels I rock I die for
'Cause that shit that I bought, shoot yo' ass that's my fault
Bitch, I'm on this asphalt, money makin be the thing
Bitch, I'm on my last straw, them choppers always do the thing
[Verse 3]
Yeah, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin' music
Hey, I influence
Hey, I influence
Yeah, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin' music
Hey, I influence
Hey, I influence
[Verse 4]
I fucked my money up
Now I can't re-up
Ran up in his spot
Just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck
So shawty, what the fuck you want?
Heard he talkin shit
But this ain't what the fuck he want
Lock my CEO up, now it's back to coka
**** talkin shit brah, hang 'em by the rope-a
Hit 'em wit the choppa, call dat shit hot llama
Call me waka Flocka, a k a Young wild ****
A k a Young Drug Dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills
In the trap all night with the hard and soft
Stacks on the flo', watch boy whip it
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right
So Icey, Brick Boys, got it all night
These lame ass **** ain't got no fight
Kick in my door, we gon' shoot out all night
[Verse 5]
I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so G'd up
I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up
Haters sendin' threats, like they want beef but they know they don't
Meet Flocka at the dealership, I told him get what the fuck  you want
They locked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder
Now **** claiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of
Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters?
You heard Gucci was locked up, but that was just a rumor
Got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you snorters
You wanna find me, I-20 to (East Atlanta, Georgia)
I send my female shooters, that rock-a-bye baby
1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs'
[Verse 6]
Yeah, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin' music
Hey, I influence
Hey, I influence
Yeah, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Hey, oh let's do it
Yeah, drug dealin' music
Hey, I influence
Hey, I influence
Written by: D. Winters, J. Malphurs, T. Scott
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