Young records, keep cash in yo pocket It's a tip goin' by, you a wolly Look at Waka Flocka, tryna put some knowledge Fuck that, nigga, let's get ignant You niggas ain't ballin', you just feelin' on yo pivot Y'all chase bitches for the digits I chase riches for the digits Let's get it! Y'all can't see my plan These bitches wanna kick it, need a ham I'm with Steve Aoki, you have Benny Hinnes Spendin' all yo money on the baby mommas No Flex Zone, I'mma get my flex on Baby tryna turn up in the plug, I got the flex on Trendsetter, so I know they gon' follow Jay said he dumbed down and doubled his dollars I was poppin' pistols, y'all was poppin' collars Dropped a hit record, now the labels gon' call us Rockstar with a big ass gun I do it by myself and now she get done Obedience is key, that's how yo bitch gon' come Big crib, big whip, big blunt You talkin' bout the ? I don't feel one
Fuck you mean, man? No Flex Zone, pussy nigga Y'all niggas mad cuz I hang around niggas you can't hang around, facts I don't want no industry friend, man Fuck you rap niggas, I don't want no industry friend, pussy nigga
Real one and I been through some real shit If ya actin' weird, then I'm lettin' out a 4 clip Hell yeah Waka Flocka with the bullshit Know I got cream when I pull up in a cool whip And the rule in the buildin' say I gotta be I got some new kush, I got some new guns I closed the title and I'm bout to close a new one
I was joggin' on you niggas, they callin' this shit the new one And we still bustin' when the news come, pussy nigga Don't got me back on this four shit, man I neva left that four shit, man Streets dust, man, squat!