| My flag Waka Flocka, I be flamed up
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| She say I throw my money with so much anger
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| Reckless eyeballs in the club, middlefinger
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| Blowin' kush, I’m the nigga, fuck a hater
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| Watch cost 30, bracelet cost 40
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| Chain cost a 100, man, I ball all year
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| You just ball for a weekend, shit, my nigga, I’m treatin'
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| What yo' bitch drinkin'? |
| I bet her pussy leakin'
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| I’ll turn a nun out, I’ll have her freakin'
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| These ex pills got me sweatin', God damn a nigga rollin'
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| If she look, she tooken, nigga, you know the rules
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| These bitches love my swag, thank you, Pro Tools
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| My bankroll too big for a rubberband
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| Car load, trunk load, full of kilograms
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| Kingston killer, I don’t give a damn
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| Fuck around with my money, I’mma kill a man
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| Kill a man, me, I’mma kill a man
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| Brooklyn, Kingston, I’mma kill a man
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| A-Town niggas don’t give a damn
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| Fuck with my money, I’mma kill a man
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| Bankroll too big, can’t fold it up
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| All you fake rap niggas can’t fuck with us
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| Remy, peach Crush, my double cup — AK that choppa
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| Nigga, 5ive Mics and Waka, yeah, Zooly Gang is my shottas
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| Blood gang and I’m kingpin, A-Town and Kingston
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| I know murderers and killers, goons and gorillas
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| I’m worldwide but I’m certified, ho, Instagram my pictures
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| Uh, New York so what’s poppin'? |
| I’m racked up and I got it
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| Nigga, rob me, I got it, got a hundred rounds and I’m bout it
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| All I ever wanted was to make cake
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| You the nigga tryna flex in a fake chain
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| All I ever did was remain same
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| Yeah, I stayed true while you had to change, fool
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| Young god gon' get it when the fame due
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| Wit' the same crew, nah, we don’t hate you
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| You hate you knowing that you fake too
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| Now everybody sayin' that I made you |