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24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.
24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.

i play so so you’re my time, you niggers not my type,
imma get money, nigger, shawty, all my bitches like.
i know you playing around, boy, you ain’t really right
facing like you’re stripping you were never said it wide.
as he got the others rappers, shawty you ain’t by the line
24 hours, that’s all a nigger need to get the money and the power, bitches on my dick
i’m from down cali, georgia, who i’m selling drugs to
everybody here buzzing, playing on a lean
for let you out of cast, serve your ass and give me a break.
be hoes at night and then the bitches ain’t shit
they fuck and buzz around , bottles in the outfit.

24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.
24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.

i’d be down in these hoes, i’ll pass ‘em to my bro
chaz on the chain, he don’t fuck with no name
stay to myself but these niggers all they changed
kid a mother grey, now they’re screaming up the chain
24 year old nigger, i can never scream your name.
shout out to some real niggers, from the damn belaine,
don’t always say they’re robbing, we only say a thing
my young’s boy crazy, he’s gonna bust your brain.
waka flocka flame, you can call me real fleer.
i run a five chain and i lit ‘em like a flame
my dogs selling dope way slim, he don’t care
want the money and the power, the rest don’t care.

24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.
24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.

wait, hold up. can i come down? i’m too high.
chop out of your prase range, fuck, nigger, i’m too fly.
wondering like who that? is some nigger that new got
take your bitch and i break your bitch and make your bitch say “woo-sa”
you’re soft, nigger, i peak that, you pussy nigger, i eat that.
my roof gone, my seat back, that change, nigger, just keep that.
i’m just getting this cake, bro, these other niggers be faking, though
proach nigger from ny but i’m right around you’re clackin’.
you don’t know me, so fall back, you try to fly, get shot, nigger.
stop telling me keep it cool, i told your ass i’m a high nigger
all these niggers be rapping beefing, fuck niggers ain’t g done
in a point you ain’t let it go, i hid the gas and i’m speeding up.

24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.
24 hours, still going strong,
i want the money and the power, they choppin’ in my zone,
they choppin’ in my zone, hater, lean me on
i get money by myself, you know cushious might get on.

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I got that scent, I got that scent
I got that scentI got them benz, I got them racks
I got them stacks, flocka

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

Ridin’ round with extendos, niggas think I’m playing Nintento
Niggas say we’re … like rondo, got a nigga I’m gonn need 10 though
Got a harley…for them fuck niggas,
And I got a hard top nigga, I know where to stop, get touch nigga
Then I’m hopping out the car, wassup nigga
Long ones, nigga, load gun, give me hand gun,
You say no fun, got a red bone, she got long legs
She give me long head, she roll on blood
She a monster, hit it from a nigga with a clip
You don’t even wanna see what she’ll do to a bitch
And I just kill a nigga, I’ma kill that pussy
Money 7 that whole clip
… my phantom, can’t fuck with the …
Pronounce for my city, but I’m in Atlanta
Rising is red, just like my bandana
Get hit with the hammer, not money or man
Can copy my swag, can fuck with my grammar
These niggas is hoe, put that on my grandma
I’m soon and it whooping…
On tours on my jaws nigga, … got a horse in front of my car nigga
…fuck y’all niggas

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m turned up to the maximum
I’m ready nigga let’s take it go
You shoe shine so pretty there
I shoe shine so pretty here
I’m everywhere you know it
On red billy I’m black jack
on red flag you know that
your p**sy ass get toe tagged
You John Doe for that fuck shit
I pull up and I buck it
Soulja Soulja and Waka Flocka
pulling over them long choppers
niggas talking that fuck shit
Until a nigga come buck it
I’m off the deck when I’m turning my tellie
came up the water with an automatic
Soulja Soulja will you make it rain
55 diamonds in my mother fucking chain
Pow pow, nigga, bang, bang
Snakes know it is the murder game
Know where I be, know where I am
Know what’s up you know everything

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m rip it down, pocket glow, two glocks that’s some throw aways
Up and down from … street, that’s rivendale road next to the L toe
Smokers like poach, …Christmas folks
from playin counting ribon down nigga I can go both
nigga what is all about, Mollies, weed, coke
BSN my code, bad bitches and we are hundreds on the floor
smell that cush when I walk to the door
throwin stacks nigga I got a sack, put the bands in your head
For the bands, make your best friend put a bullet in your head.

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Ah, ah, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
Fist, drink, fist, drink, fist, drink, fist

[Chorus]
You know where we at now (at now)
Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)
I don’t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the 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, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump

Baby turn around for me, bounce
Set that down now break it down for me, down for me
Let’s hit the bar go a couple rounds with me
Grab my hand let me take you to vip, to vip
See my life is like a movie
Action, what the fuck is you thinking?
Better yet, what the fuck is you drinking?
Better yet, what the fuck is you smoking?
What’s happening, what’s up
If you feel like, you fucked, now put your cup up

[Waka]
I’m in the club, popping bottles got your girl drugged
Ass fatter, this deserve a fist pump
If you that … if you that drunk
Arms in the air, start and do the fist pump

[Chorus]
You know where we at now (at now)
Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)
I don’t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the 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, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump

[B.o.B.]
We fucking up the club when we fist pump
Whole party looking at us crazy cause we this drunk
My body showing symptoms of liquor in my system
Her booty working hard like it’s trying to earn the pension
Now listen, I’m shit faced, I’m trashed
Y’all don’t really wanna see me no more
Can’t say we gang hot, but I’m like a bang shot
Fuck around and get your ego broke
Last time I was this fucked up
I swear it was a year ago
From standing up and we leave the club
I’ma call that a miracle
Cause damn, I’m gone, twist up, mixed up, twist up
And her booty too big for the seats of my coupe
I might have to put that ass in the pick up, truck
Damn, I’m gone, mixed up, twist up, mixed up
And we fin to leave here with so many bad bitches
We gonna have to take them home in a pick up truck

[Chorus]
You know where we at now (at now)
Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)
I don’t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the 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, fist pump
Now fist pump, now fist pump.

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God damn turned up man, shit man
…all black caddie

Waka Flocka loco, loco, I don’t ball with popo, popo
Ef-in on my hip Shawty, I’m not riding solo dolo
RIP to … pay for pussy that’s a no no
Throwing money, up in the club…
Call me pretty… motto
Drinking ram Moscato, …
Nigga won’t you keep on trying…
My watch say I made it
My chain say I’m rich
Diamonds in my mouth got me talking cash it
Cool as Clark Kent, fold your …what I spend
Fuck your main girl all my …Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka
Waka, waka, waka, waka, Flocka, yeah.

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Pay for what, girl you better pay for this dick
She the type to fall for two Zans in 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 hoe

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
Zans we the the truth 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 kid, you a boogie hoe
All in my face like a groupie hoe
Can’t do one girl need a group of hoe
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

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
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them
These hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them

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

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
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them
These hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them.

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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!

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You’re telling em that she can be my last chick
And put a ring on her finger like a marriage
But baby girl, you know that I’m a bachelor
Yes, now you’re flat out of luck, like a …

(..fucked up, man
That shit was…
Bring that shit back!)

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

She’s telling me that she could be my last chick
And put a ring on her finger like a marriage
But baby girl, you know that I’m a bachelor
Yes, now you’re flat out of luck, like a …
Beauty queen, no he don’t need it
No, you’re the same chick that said that won’t be…
She’s feeling me, she’s trying to take us deeper
Catch a feeling, she a briqsquad diva

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

Can’t take the condom off…
Buy you anything if you got Gucci pussy
Got me all some other shit, fucking in the movies
She my briqsquad diva, she know …
I’mma get it to her, Susie, please baby don’t confuse me
With them other guys, she…
She so sincere, you can see the love in the eyes

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl I keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

Baby bitch better stay… my Gucci watch
She my motivation, bumping…
A couple bands ain’t… just some purse cash
Made it rain in the club…
…yeah, she… cash
Briqsqaud diva, Shawty got that…
Say only time she come, when I come over
You know I’ll be going dumb in her rangerover!

Chorus:
She here to stay, baby girl a keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby
She here to stay, baby girl I keep her
She says she on the road, she a bricksquad diva!
She into me, she wanna be my lady
She trying to make me take it all, so she can have my baby

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All these money making these hoes dumb
Full of count, man
That’s why we’re call these… right here… money made it

Chorus:
She say money make her count,
I say money made you dumb
Money hungry hoes, they can never get a crown
Yes! Never save a freak, be a saint villain
..black, never had a feeling
She say money make her some
I say money made you dumb
Money hungry hoes, they can never get a crown
Never save a freak, be a saint villain
..black, never had a feeling

Be a Sam, got a nigger right
Got a .. check .. if you spend the night
I’mma keep your ass…. can’t … make you come
We can make it best, it’s my thing if you give me some
You won’t be upset, …your girl that ain’t my style
..my ass and pull it here
Because she like it rough…
..you know …I’m a villain
She said… I think low momma…
Money made her come, Benjamin I made her dumb
Some will never change, it don’t matter where you’re from
Never lift a weight… I pushed up on you bitch
And I think she in love…

Chorus:
She say money make her count,
I say money made you dumb
Money hungry hoes, they can never get a crown
Yes! Never save a freak, be a saint villain
..black, never had a feeling
She say money make her some
I say money made you dumb
Money hungry hoes, they can never get a crown
Never save a freak, be a saint villain
..black, never had a feeling

All my niggers up in here flexing
Quick plan… naked
Too little.. feel… that tax is
Lives little,… reckless
My spouse trying to cash out
…hit the sheets, then we pass out
Hit the gas, hit the gas till I’m…
Two girls for my dick, yeah he love me
..so clean when it kick it like rugby
Fuck it, I’m a polo…
It’s a dirt band…
All eyes on me, I’m…

I’m hell … I’mma hell of flirt
..I’m a fucking jerk!
I don’t love these hoes, I don’t trust these hoes
We fuck these hoes… fuck these hoes!

Chorus:
She say money make her count,
I say money made you dumb
Money hungry hoes, they can never get a crown
Yes! Never save a freak, be a saint villain
..black, never had a feeling
She say money make her some
I say money made you dumb
Money hungry hoes, they can never get a crown
Never save a freak, be a saint villain
..black, never had a feeling

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I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, I don’t trust shit, I don’t trust shit
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money,

It’s early in the morning, I can only hear birds … in my window
Every hour, cause I know them jerks are lurking
All I know is get it, get it, get this money, get it, get it, get this money
Rapping got me … all up in the mall
Keep this shit behind it, thugging my doll
I’ma get this money, get this money
I’ma get this money, get this money

… hard times, big ass belly, you can call me porky pine
Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck
Hell yeah Flocka, I’ma …for my respect
Don’t tolerate disrespect, tattoos on my neck
808 mafia, sizzle with lex
My favorite… I got the crowd screaming Flex!
All in L.A. you can tell I’m getting money
… from another mother, you can call them Gucci
Now they wanna sue me, cause I keep it real
Like a Gucci album pussy I’m hard to kill
Doing 160 on the highway just for the thrill

It’s early in the morning, I can only hear birds … in my window
Every hour, cause I know them jerks are lurking
All I know is get it, get it, get this money, get it, get it, get this money
Rapping got me … all up in the mall
Keep this shit behind it, thugging my doll
I’ma get this money, get this money
I’ma get this money, get this money

I fell on the ground, get back up
10 toes down I’ma stand tall
The crowd gonna applaud, respect my g
Did it in one year I made it all easy
I’ma do it… any niggas…
You tapping out… pull me if he see
I’m a sight to see, ask your lady
Best she love fucking, wanna have my baby
Money, money, I need money
I’m throwing up some money
It’s fuck you pay me

It’s early in the morning, I can only hear birds … in my window
Every hour, cause I know them jerks are lurking
All I know is get it, get it, get this money, get it, get it, get this money
Rapping got me … all up in the mall
Keep this shit behind it, thugging my doll
I’ma get this money, get this money
I’ma get this money, get this money

Looking for a way out, trying to find a way in
Probably thinking at least 3 million thoughts before my day ends
Probably end on smoking this whole zone before my day end
..but until they gone…
Better watch your mouth Joe, only got one thang to say one thang
… nigga they go, … the day on
I’ma live more clever …
Survival of the fittest, gotta be if you wanna survive
Out here nigga I’ma get it…
They killed my niggas Slim, rest in peace he gone forever
Waka Flocka my partner we gonna get this money forever

It’s early in the morning, I can only hear birds … in my window
Every hour, cause I know them jerks are lurking
All I know is get it, get it, get this money, get it, get it, get this money
Rapping got me … all up in the mall
Keep this shit behind it, thugging my doll
I’ma get this money, get this money
I’ma get this money, get this money

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Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s

I’m an Eastside Cleveland wild boy, Eastside Cleveland wild boy
We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like cowboys
You’re a white flag, throw that towel boy
I’ma jump right in that crowd boy
You’re a Shhh! keep it down boy
And I’ma f-ck you blow that loud boy
All I know is how to kill every one than myself
All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
But I’m in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel
Bring it back into the states, put it on a scale
Measure out a half a eighth, put it in a shell
Split it then I roll it and light it up like it’s Independence Day
I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snap back with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it
Levis, put your kitty on it
Start grinding like the Clipse is on it
Drink until I get pissy biatch
Smoke until I get dizzy biatch
Lose control like Missy
But I’m a bad boy cause I’m with Diddy biatch

Uh uh
There he go that’s John Doe
Uh uh
There he go that’s John Doe
Uh yeah
There he go that’s John Doe
Nevermind that’s just Kells with that Heat, no LeBron though

Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need..

[Waka Flocka]
Brick Squad!!!
Uh oh here come that bullsh-t
Beat a n-gga ass til the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild sh-t, mosh pit, pop off in the crowd b-tch
I’m so motherf-cking violent
Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O
We bustin bottles with bad b-tches, blowin weed smoke
Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O
Royal rumble in the club John Ceno
I’m screamin Riverdale everywhere I go
I throw that Benz hoe, (hey shawty) drop it low
F-ck 5-0, I make my own rules
Suck my dragon balls b-tch call me Goku
Yeah!
This liquor got the best of me
Yeahhhhhhhh!
This liquor got the best of me
Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka that’s the recipe
You gon’ need king kong if you step to me

Yeah Cobain’s back
Yeah Cobain’s back
Got these crazy white boys yellin Cobain’s back
I call my weed Nirvana
Smells like teen spirit
And my pack’s so f-ckin loud you can’t hear it (what?)
Ahhhhh!

Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s

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i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex

half a million dollar think you know him
first ring’s on chain, god damn
what the fuck to do with all this money?
fuck them
all click eyes thug tell your ceo buy a bigger chain, damn
these niggers ain’t balling but they throwing 5 stacks
acting like they threw 20, damn
your favorite rapper flexin’, he ain’t buying brace, damn
let’s talk about your favorite rapper, his company don’t exist
so he gotta change his name, damn

i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup, damn
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex

i woke up, bought a maybach
bought my bitch a range rover, damn
bought 2 escalades and a condo, bitch i’m paid
… bought a whole click, round shit
i’m on my own thing, damn
i heard them saying i’m going broke
i tell them get they own money, keep kicking cans, motherfuckers
i’m still hussling, ball, ball
i’m still hussling, shit,
brace coming out…ask your girl about the dick
… how she… cause a nigger fall bricks, damn

i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup, damn
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex

sold my shit i’ve been through this year
sold my shit i’ve been through this here
damn i don’t win broke got it back
when broke got it back
so much shit i’ve been through this year, damn
made some new friends, lost some good ones
… i ain’t done yet
it ain’t my fault i ain’t have to go to school
to see a million dollars, thank you …

i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup, damn
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex.

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[hook: waka flocka flame]
round of applause, baby make that ass clap
drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you bust it, bust it, bust it
baby drop it to the floor and bust it, bust it, bust it

[drake]
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 seated mane
i'm in a stadium in dc still tippin mane
she couldn't pay tuition 5 times, still strippin
i just throw a couple bills and she'll have a pair of heels
oh no, there i go, magic trickin 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 ever do if i went missing on your ass..

[hook]

[waka flocka flame]
bust 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 beans
when i hit the scene, girls yelling and they scream
"flocka can you be my baby daddy?" (yes)
pimping like i'm dolemite, hoes jump in my caddy
smoke like i got cataract in the strip club going up the stack
got racks on top of racks plus that puss make that ass clap
i ain't done with you baby! bring that ass back
still got 20's still got 50's, even got them 100's
throw some money, throw some money, i'mma let it go
waka flocka flame, better known as mr. let it go

[hook]

brick squad monopoly, shawty that's my home team
smoke that gangsta green
can't do no g talk
i need a classy girl
in the bed she gotta be a freak ho
bust it, bust it: lay down on the floor girl
bust it, bust it: gimme some more head girl!

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cry me a river, cry me cry me, oh
cry me a river, cry me cry me, oh
cry me a river, cry me cry me.

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better

put all on my jack they want my diamonds
swinging all my new like i’m ..
have a million dollar car
have a million dollar watch
no roof on the top of ..aint’ got the ..
got a couple black builds and they all from lili lili
get a little scuba diving ..groupies groupies
swaging to this ceiling this haters mad as ..
get money like they just a shit
stuck on ..

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better

be .. they want my autograph
.. i will never eat that ..
go fillin for you ..got me
..my rich monopolies
as far as i get my .. stucking with no ..
..always flexin ..takes me, tear it up like ..
magnus full potential ..

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better

all about my ..these ..you splitting too
i don’t’ want no birds up in my car
no drive no chicken ..
i’ll be on that new ferrari i’ll be spilling out champagne
no rocks on the road ..say i’m a damn chain
gotta keeping moving mami gotta get that guacamole
i got that purp and a little bit of gold
i got shit run with ... and smoke the couple ..
..wanna be my ..i’m too rich

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
aint’ it better, flex, i’m flexin,
...i’m flexin ..
have a million dollar car
have a million dollar watch
i’m flexin ...i’m flexin

i’ m young i’m rich ...

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yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s

i’m a east some ..the ..boy ..boy
you got .. like the indians and my team boy pops like cowboy
you were .. like tow boy i’ma jump right in that crowd boy
you were ..the cowboy i’ma fuck and ..the low boy
..anyone but kill .. i am a toucher you think i was in jail
but i’m ... from the .. bring it back to the states bring the scale
...put em in the shell speed it and let em ... independency
...lead us put your .. stop grinding like the clipses ..
smoking till i get busy .. bad boy ‘cause i’m in ..

they gonna shine dough they gonna shine dough
they gonna shine dough, never mind now just kills with that hit

hook:
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s

here coming bullshit bigger bigger ass till the dj stop the music
they say they want that wild shit mind spit .. in the crowd bitch
i’m so mother fucking .. yeah bitch yeah bitch always ..
we sipping bottles with that bitches blowing wee smoke
yeah bitch yeah bitch always .. were you .. in the ..
i’m screaming .. everywhere i go
i .... i make my own rules.. bitch call em cool
this nigga got the best of me
this nigga got the best of me
machine ..that’s the recipe ..
get this after me

call bangs back call this bangs back
got this boys ..call back ..
smells like team spirit . in my now you can’t hear it

hook:
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o,
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s

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round of applause baby make that ass ..
drop it to the floor make that .. clap
round of applause baby make that ..
drop it to the floor make that .. clap
let me see you busing busing busing busing
baby drop it to the floor
and busing busing busing busing busing busing

bust that ass shake that ass like the ..
haor long ass fat shawty ..
that girl look like hally berry when i’m on the ..
when i hi the scene girls yelling and they scream
flocka king you’ll be my baby ..like i’m going ..
hose i’m pay my .. smoke like i got .. top ..
clap clap clap
i aint’ done with you baby bring that ass back
still got twenty still got 50 you aint’ got no ..
..money .. money i’ma let it go
waka flocka flame better ..

chorus:
round of applause baby make that ass ..
drop it to the floor make that .. clap
round of applause baby make that ..
drop it to the floor make that .. clap
let me see you busing busing busing busing
baby drop it to the floor
and busing busing busing busing busing busing

corner stacks omg ..roll em
.. ass round with applaud ..dropped split do you smoke girl ..
why we .. pop my hill and every word i say ..
vision in his love drink too much liquor too much wee ..
and double strip club shawty i’ma big tiver
two hundred and ..got my ..
shawty say she love me and she wanan be my crew
..nigga is where we go hard

[chorus:]

bus that ass like a ..
bus it bus it like a .. monopoly shawty that’s my home team
i’m .. that can’t do no .. i need a .. bus it bus it
when i’m on that flow girl bus it bus it
give me some ..

[chorus:]

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wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
they ... sitting ..
you nigga steal tryin rob the ..
all the answers gonna f*ck the ..

.. snap that cash for .. wanna f*ck they gonna ... she fall money
.. young better .. take that all she like .. put .. they call me
.. the woman ..in the back of .. automatic
getting in the hood ak my shit .. play my shit

chorus:
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die
they bite me make me come about the ..
grass ...city ..
nigga steal tryin roll the robs
i don’t answer .. f*ck the ..

ask my ex .. partner they say waka loco
make a doctor buying up your ..
shots fire drop .. niggas on the floor
thirty ..then i’m kicking down the dough
you don’t waka .. i turn it to the ..
would you try a foe you are man the ..
.. 44
stacks bills in the f*cking ..

[chorus:]

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holiday season!
pyong! catch up!
it's gucci!

i'm in the yellow thang on the expressway
that bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage
get out my lane: ferrari boyz
you see the chain: so icey boyz
i'm running in a mansion but i don't think i'm fancy
but i cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancing
once upon a time, a little while ago
there was a nigga in a "rari with a pretty yellow ho
got my head held up cause i think i'm handsome
but the media portraying me as charles manson
and i cut up ?
but i'd rather pull up solo in the yellow 2-seater
gucci!

get out my lane! ferrari boyz
you see the chain: so icey boyz

riding in the 'rari same color as bacardi
she don't like me, shawty, man she like my car
damn near wanna fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name
?
deep-dish rims on my horses, mane
that's how me and gucci mane claim
iced out ?
how our bandana's like santana's, screaming out
"who wants some banner?"
hit a million off my words, they love my country grammar
that's the antenna, but your rapping careers got static in it
i'm a walking meal ticket, just wait a minute
bank account got commas in it
all that while ? was in it
i hear em talking gangsta shit but i know they lame as hell
one thing i ain't gon ?
pussy nigga you sweet as hell
my name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
shit, my 'rari cost about 230 bills..

brick squad monopoly, that's my company
bitch i'm buying all the property..

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is it me i am tripping
no calls on my phone
when i talk i hear echoes in your background
lord i am a winner see no …hard till two guys two black suits
they say i am wanted for 33 …me and … another 30 it ain’t gucci
sex .. shorty all i do is shout
all of you … make a nigger …for monopoly
this is it the way to go i join .. like a fucking pig
see life is a bitch show a finger fucking it
pop the finger .. cause i don’t trust shit
put your light in the air put your red cups up
blow it backwards … up
hijacking planes 3 years in the game
got the money and the fame but it ain’t nothing really changed
bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking
.. at the window they think a nigger hustling
i am gonna keep grounding
i am gonna keep grounding
i am gonna keep gunning
i am gonna keep gunning

you want me for a feature
that’s one brick
show’s gone for two bricks
.. off my dick
all i know is … go get it win
…all from a niggers while they can
you can’t even trust your bitch or your best friend
rip it down nigger just like …barking my nigger we get it poppin
you’re gonna feel attention as soon as i walk in the building
walk it stay low …i am gonna keep grounding nigger don’t stop
in this industry lames get all the credit put your light in the air
put your red cups up blowing back what’s back and fall down

chorus
hijacking planes 3 years in the game
got the money and the fame but it ain’t nothing really changed
bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking
police at the window they think a nigger hustling
i am gonna keep grounding
i am gonna keep grounding
i am gonna keep gunning
i am gonna keep gunning

i don’t care about no .. she say
tasting money .. like my fucking dj
love for the .. no freeway
you all niggers industry i do this the g way
i am a .. pussy nigger about that gun play
sell .. triple .. all day
can’t do it with the .. give my brother ..
white diamonds on my neck call it …
i am gonna be ok i don’t need too much
just a red cup and one vanilla touch
put your lighters in the air if you are fucked up
fuck .. three mores .. and pore me up

put your red cups up blowing back what’s back and fall down

chorus
hijacking planes 3 years in the game
got the money and the fame but it ain’t nothing really changed
bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking
police at the window they think a nigger hustling
i am gonna keep grounding
i am gonna keep grounding
i am gonna keep gunning
i am gonna keep gunning

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i’ve been through so much shit,
i’ve been through so much shit,
they say i grown up quick.
yeah, i’ve been through so much shit,
i’ve been through so much shit,
they say i grown up quick.

…get this rage out of me,
..cause the shit that i’ve seen
and the shit that i went through as a child,
… my friends go wow,
never ever let words bring me down,
..still ..back in the hood, blowing loud,
..hold me down,
free little… that’s my ride,
..when i heard you’re n trial,
i wonder what.. stand up now,
so let the streets and my fans hold .. down
yow man, where’s my dough?
when we go out we gonna blow my dough!
i’m trying to maintain ….
do my own thing, keep this shit…

homies be harassing me,
cause i’m… too hard,…
they stereo typing me!
they stereo typing me!
i think i’m hearing your voices!
they stereo typing me!
they stereo typing me!
i think i’m hearing your voices!
they stereo typing me!
they stereo typing me!
and ain’t no…
homies be harassing me!
homies be harassing me!
homies be harassing me!
but i’m always be…

shout out to the whole clique, man!

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She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She be puttin' on

My girl independent, bitch's all in her bizness
… make the whole boy …
Bought everything she own, .. when she smiling on
… that's when I heard she know
… to pay her theme song
That's my girl chick, man I love that bitch
I see lookin … what she taking in
It don't mind me though, she ain't no … bitch
When I wake up, … on the table, one rolled up, sprayed upon the table
Baby …up drinking out of a cup, pass the sirop, I'm feel the fucking …

She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check

She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She be puttin' on

Stunin' she going in, these hoes can't tell her nothing
She came home in a trench coat and under it was nothing
I'm so curious, it's serious, my car so fast and furious
But she'll drive a man delirious
I hope all y'all hearing this
She's got swag of a top model
Hurts like a …
She know I … I'm walking with a slight wallet
That chopper … I'm big Gucci …
… can I live? Chick is know I gonna a rocka deal
… just cooling, I'm a dvd …

She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own check
She got a car, a job, I swear she stuntin'
She the type I'll never ever act violently
She be puttin' on.

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