WAKA FLOCKA FLAME

WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - O Let\'s Do It (Remix)

rate me

I got my billions up f-cking with them white folk

Now I don't give a f-ck cause I'm richer than them white folks

Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet

Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy-Bop and land my jet

Now I'm hustlin out of Harlem Paulie Castellano

B-tch I am a problem, I just bought the Delano

Pimpin in my convo, b-tches come in combo's

Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo

I don't f-ck with fake hoes, all I touch is J-Lo's, all I drink is my sh-t

Ciroc by the case load

Movies is my next sh-t

2 mill on my necklace

Badboy, 80 million muthf-ckin records

I f-cked my money up

I bought another Rolls Royce to pick my homies up

My top back like old boy

Step your game up, you ride n-gga hold on

I switched the game up

One stack that's for the whole zone

That's 36 a kilo, b-tch I think I'm meano

B-tch I think I'm scarface

B-tch I'm Al Pacino

Flipping my

Took my b-tch to red lobster

I can feed no friends hoe

B-tch I'm on my high horse

Jewels I rock I die for

Cause that sh-t that I bought

Shoot your ass that's my fault

B-tch I'm on this asphalt

Money making

B-tch I'm on my last straw

Them choppers always do the thing

YEEEEAAAH, O let's do it

Ayy, O let's do it

Ayy, O let's do it

YEEEEAAAH, drug dealin music

Ayy, I influence

Ayy, I influence

I f-cked my money up, damn

Now I can't re-up

Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up

Now I'm back on deck,

So shawty what the f-ck you want

Heard he talkin sh-t but this ain't what the f-ck he want

Locked my CEO up

Now it's back to coka

N-ggas talkin sh-t bruh, hang him by a ropa

Hit em with the choppa

Call that sh-t hot lama

Call me waka flocka aka young wild n-gga

Aka young drug dealer

Got purp, got kush, got pills got white

In the trap all night with the hard and the soft

Stacks on the flo'

Shift it to the left then he shift it to the right

So icey brick boys got it all night

These lame ass n-ggas ain't got no fight

Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night

O let's do it, O let's do it

Burrr Burrr

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 sending threats like they want beef but they know they don't

Meet Flocka at the dealership I told him get what the f-ck you want

They locked my homeboy Vona up 1999 for murder

Now n-ggas claiming zone 6, that I ain't never heard'a

Hit you with the garbage, why would I when I got shooters

You heard Gucci was locked up but that was just a rumour

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-by-baby 1017

Shawty in my hood we got them Ak's

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