More songs by Waka Flocka Flame
Description
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Executive Producer: Debra Antney
Audio Recording Engineer: Finis "KY" White
Mixer: Finis "KY" White
Featured Vocals: Gudda Gudda
Audio Recording Engineer: Hardhead
Mixer: Lexus "Lex Luger"
Producer: Lexus "Lex Luger" Lewis
Executive Producer: Waka Flocka Flame
Rapper Vocals: Waka Flocka Flame
Writer: C. Lilly
Writer: J. Malphurs
Writer: L. Lewis
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bow! Lil
Durk, Lil Ro, nigga!
-Flocka! Br-br-br-br-br-Bridge! -That nigga Lex Luger, bitch!
I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out.
Waka Flocka Flame stay out my lane because I'm dogged out. Niggas get drawn out, you knowin' my clip out.
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his motherfuckin' lights out.
Hands on deck, make a nigga pull a tool out. Ballin' this year, I ain't gon' stop until I foul out.
Wild out, wild out, gutter, gutter, wild out. Wild out, wild out, Waka Flocka wild out.
Young Money Brick Squad, Young Money Brick Squad. Y-Young Money, Young Money, Young
Money Brick Squad. Young Money Brick Squad, Y-Young Money Br-Brick Squad.
Br-Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick Squad. Young Money Brick Squad,
Y-Young Money Br-Brick Squad. Young Money, Young Money, Young Money Brick Squad.
Y-Young Money Brick Squad, Y-Young Money Brick Squad. Br-Brick Squad, Brick Squad,
Brick Squad, Brick Squad. Waka, Waka, Flocka, Waka, yeah.
Get jumped in the club. Gutta, Waka Flocka, hey. Gutta, Waka Flocka, hey. Gutta, Waka Flocka, hey.
Gutta, Waka Flocka, hey. For the cash, I'll wrap a nigga ass up.
Wind up in his house, Jim Carrey style, masked up. We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit, the new
N. W. A. What's up, Snoop and Dre? Can't forget Eazy-E, ice cubes on my neck.
Pussy screamin' Waka, Waka, bitch, I got that check.
I don't mean to flex, but I gotta ball. Money on me, yes, it's that tall. Boy, I'm gutter, gutter.
What's up, gutter, gutter? I got rotten apple blood in my veins.
I reverse the slave route, came from up North to Down South.
No more mean mugs at my shows throwin' green bucks. Green flags, green love, zoo woop to the people. Young Money Brick Squad,
Young Money Brick Squad. Y-Young Money, Young Money, Young Money Brick Squad.
Young Money Brick Squad, Y-Young Money Br-Brick Squad. Br-Brick Squad, Brick
Squad, Brick Squad, Brick Squad. Young Money Brick Squad, Y-Young Money Br-Brick
Squad. Young Money, Young Money, Young Money Brick Squad. Y-Young Money Brick
Squad, Y-Young Money Brick Squad.
Br-Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick -Squad. -Waka, I got you.
Young Money, nigga, I'ma rep to the death. You can see the YM tatted on my neck.
All my niggas wild, ch-choppers on deck. Stomp a nigga out, demand our respect.
Uh, me and Waka Flocka got the hand on the tech and it's cash on delivery, so hand me my check.
Nigga, I don't talk much, but when I do, bitch, pay me. Big money, heavyweight, you can ask
Baby. Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me and stack big paper up.
No need for loose leaf, my rubber band stacks can't fold in the knots.
I decapitate the top with two holes in the drop. I'm countin' up the money 'til my hands get blisters.
Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker, nigga.
Real nigga music, they talkin', we dozin'. Fr-free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci.
-Young Money. -Br-Brick Squad. Young Money Brick Squad.
Y-Young Money, Young Money, Young Money Brick Squad. Young Money Brick Squad,
Y-Young Money Br-Brick Squad. Br-Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick
Squad. Young Money Brick Squad, Y-Young Money Br-Brick Squad. Young Money, Young
Money, Young Money Brick Squad. Y-Young Money Brick Squad, Y-Young Money Brick
Squad. Br-Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick Squad, Brick Squad.
K-K. Y. Engineering