[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ak 47's, Mac 11's, to Glock's and 40's
Turn your motherfucking block into a grove street party
Now Waka Flocka popping, [?]
Turn your shit upside down when I come through with French Montana
Niggas don't want no ana, [?] on my ana
Evidence lookin' like you've been spillin' strawberry fanta
Blood all over the scene, it's for that [?]
I got a ghetto dream, a few licks, a few rings
[Chorus: French Montana]
I made a few flips, the money grew wingz
Squad took the chips I talk a few rings
Talk about few bottles, talk about few chains
Talk about few cars, I need a few things
And hell yeah I'm getting high, it's the high way
I bought a half a mil car in the drive way
Money machine is my favorie anthem, (Money Clearrr)
That's my favorite answer
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Five stacks to my favorite dancer
Stumber ass up shawty like lift yo pants up
Money longer than the flight to Taiwain
Got your bitch going down like my time line
Panamoney..
50 thou' Rolly, 50 cal for your head
[?], be clear
We the mob, flip the chips need a few rings
Call 500 horses crow wings
Bitch I be ballin' like a metalhead
100 round drum sound like the metal band
Coldplay, U2 fucking with the leaders in the new school
Ak 47's, Mac 11's, to Glock's and 40's
Turn your motherfucking block into a grove street party
Now Waka Flocka popping, [?]
Turn your shit upside down when I come through with French Montana
Niggas don't want no ana, [?] on my ana
Evidence lookin' like you've been spillin' strawberry fanta
Blood all over the scene, it's for that [?]
I got a ghetto dream, a few licks, a few rings
[Chorus: French Montana]
I made a few flips, the money grew wingz
Squad took the chips I talk a few rings
Talk about few bottles, talk about few chains
Talk about few cars, I need a few things
And hell yeah I'm getting high, it's the high way
I bought a half a mil car in the drive way
Money machine is my favorie anthem, (Money Clearrr)
That's my favorite answer
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Five stacks to my favorite dancer
Stumber ass up shawty like lift yo pants up
Money longer than the flight to Taiwain
Got your bitch going down like my time line
Panamoney..
50 thou' Rolly, 50 cal for your head
[?], be clear
We the mob, flip the chips need a few rings
Call 500 horses crow wings
Bitch I be ballin' like a metalhead
100 round drum sound like the metal band
Coldplay, U2 fucking with the leaders in the new school
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