歌手:Waka Flocka Flame
专辑:《From Roaches to Rollies》

作词 : Malphurs, Juaquin
作曲 : Malphurs, Juaquin
This trap hard it's on fire Beat around ***** like
A busy bee player I won my hood no marathon
Took out for a minute now I'm back on Them base
Bigger my dreads longer My ****** realer
My **** stronger Smoking that pack that body builder
Money talks I don't **** with you You can't dress
You ain't got swag You a walking label you a
Signed artist Got my own label **** these ******
With their middle finger I'mma die reaching
I'm a gang banger so it's **** what critics say
I'm talking money I keep wanting K Don't make me
Transform to my old ways Keep black diamonds on me
Like OJ I'm turnt up of no drugs You turned down
You get no love Love is in the G so I'm in the crowd
Acting wild they all know I go hard *****
I'm death the child One phone call to them killers
At you That is speed dial I was visiting at the
Same time Joey beat his murder trial RIP to Call

That's a fallen soldier Still collecting opinions
I'm a humble ***** Never joined forces make my
Own way I keep K no birthday **** her all day
Competition I eliminate Follow street laws
Don't litigate I delegate you follow
I own my own s**t you borrow Last ***** try to
Rob me got shot Never seen before a half a mil'
That's real s**t Big Homie Flock Squad