3 Gold Chains Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Troy Ave)

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
All these presidents my pocket like the white house
I'm the type of nigga niggas read about
I get cake, cake, cake like Rihanna nigga
Getting to this cash what my life about
3 gold chains like I'm dealing dope
Off the weed game just listen, I’ll show you the ropes
Ain't nothing worse than being broke
I know the fucking feeling
I'm a rich nigga tryna touch a another million

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
Vacuum seals and scales are my best friends
Trap money, fucking bitches and they best friends
Rap money, fucking groupies in the west end
Tryna jack, catch the lad like he Zeppelin
I came up off the shake, I ain't talking Harlem
Ballin off trees feel, like I’m James Harden
I'm known to sell out, like the garden nigga
These yellow diamonds on my wrist, like a tape of caution
Tell my brother, I am on my way to cut some more grass
My worst fear in life, is have no cash
Ain't no feeling on earth, like being broke, nigga
Ain't no trees, then I will sell a fiend soap, nigga

[Hook: Waka Flocka]