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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Lead Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Trouble
Trouble
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Washington
A. Washington
Songwriter
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
M. Orr
M. Orr
Songwriter
N. Wilburn
N. Wilburn
Songwriter
R. Brooks
R. Brooks
Songwriter
S. Uwaezuoke
S. Uwaezuoke
Songwriter
T. McFetridge
T. McFetridge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Executive Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Joshua "Southside" Luellen
Joshua "Southside" Luellen
Executive Producer
Tal Miller
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
Sonny Digital
Sonny Digital
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a personage on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
I thought through the rock everyday on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love, ****, 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
[Verse 2]
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
**** with that attitude you nothing like me
Now got me Ms. Scrooge, ****, I'm like Scrooge
Got a fucking when I jump out **** duck
That's on everything you love, six shot, sat your mama house
Next thing you talk about Flocka take the words
[Verse 3]
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a personage on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
I thought through the rock everyday on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love, ****, 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
[Verse 4]
Million dollar house, basement full of plastic
Hung up on my permits bitch, your son gonna be a bastard
So on everything I love, girl, everyone you love
Run score Monopoly, place no one abone
Dick sack, got this pimping in this club
What's a **** bump
Women my everything, now I wanna no butt
Lightweight rappers, I don't like too many rappers
Face as it hugs, a couple of me mugs
I send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
[Verse 5]
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a personage on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
I thought through the record everyday on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love, ****, on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
[Verse 6]
On everything I love, thirty eight stug
Know for all my foes, it's just women and me and clothes
This is my name I guess to rearrange
And that's on everything I ever felt in heart
I'ma show the world, got two sense of rhythm break two apart
It's like this girl, I got backstage the ash
Must be trying to get snapped then
Four old foe just let me know G code you get no tax then
But you know what man get ain't ducks ain't got me different base and
The heart attack money, but I ain't trying to doubt I wanna see this dough
Into my dying day and even after that it's DTE
I'm a mob and that will high know that
You gotta love that
[Verse 7]
Send a hundred shots on way on everything I love
Take a personage on how to chase on everything I love
Prepare for my dying day on everything I love
I thought through the record everyday on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love, ****, on everything I love
On everything I love, on everything I love
On everything I love, put that on everything I love
Written by: A. Washington, J. Malphurs, M. Orr, N. Wilburn, R. Brooks, S. Uwaezuoke, T. McFetridge
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