Turnt Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Roscoe Dash & Wale)

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
HOLIDAY SEASON!
FLOCKA!
Wale, yo
FLOCKA!
We got [?] this mafucka turnt
This mafucka turnt!
FLOCKA!
HOLIDAY SEASON!

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
This mafucka turnt, this mafucka turnt
This mafucka turnt, this mafucka turnt
This mafucka turnt, this mafucka turnt
This mafucka turnt, this mafucka turnt
Throwing racks, clap that ass
Throwing racks, clap that ass
Throwing racks, clap that ass
This mafucka turnt, this mafucka turnt
Throwing racks, clap that ass
Throwing racks, clap that ass
Throwing racks, clap that ass
This mafucka mafucka mafucka turnt

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
You talking money, I got that, his new bitch my old ho
They sending boxes, don’t buy clothes, got a diamond grill, can't do gold
When I pop shit, it’s a drumroll, extendos, nigga case closed
Assist the bully like rondo, sixty four thousand for the rollie, hello
Got a bad bitch with me every state I go
Million dollar nigga at the corner store
That cold cut, I need one of those
Everywhere I go, crowd follow me
Turnt up, young black nigga
Flexed up with a stack, nigga
Ghost up got a Bentley, and my chain cost 'bout 40
Them bad bitches, can't do one, I need eight of those
Rolls gold
My rollie, smoking Bob Marley
Bad bitches, they notice me
Front row, no nosebleed
Paparazzi been following me
Everywhere I go, it’s a party