Get Money Diet Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Kobe)

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Big homie Flock
BSM

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Automatics and dice games
We was gettin' money till the Feds came
Big Daddy Kane on my clothes and you could still smell raw cocaine
Would my family have survived without cocaine?
We thank God when that blow came
Walkin' through the rain without a coat
Livin' with a (?) prove, hope that we all make it out to get (?)
Leonardo how I paint these pictures
My niggas so relentless, vicious
Eat your food, do your dishes
Now all your family's left with is memories and pictures
Fuck niggas, fuck bitches
Fuck niggas, fuck bitches
Get money, stack money
I wish they act wrong, even act funny
I got bitches that'll die, killers that'll clap for me

[Chorus: Kobe]
I know you're mad when I get grindin'
I know you hate it, it's all good
We out here gettin' all this paper
I know you mad, you wish you could
Get money, get money, get money