[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
White watch, white liquor
Black and white girl, which one to pick bro
It's a perfect picture, stop pose
It's a perfect picture, fuck it
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Stop pose
Make the biggest movies, top down we couping'
Twelve ladies choosing, twelve Bentley's cruising
Grind time we moving, told Flock' to scoop me
I'm by the baggage claim, that package came
Diamonds on my Automar, white tee with the Polo shorts
Wrists about a house or two, imagine what that auto cost
Uno, dos, loco money
Took that top and cut it short
Talk about that choo-choo money, fuck niggas know who to cross
Blowing hella' steam, wavy like submarine
Shorty give me head and wipe me off, now I'm cumming clean
Come on shorty, stop that crime
Drink that liquor, she drink that wine
Hit that once, I don't call that mine
Talk no money, don't call my line
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Twenty-five years old, seen a million plus
Twenty-five years old, I've seen a million plus
I'm like what the fuck is this
Stress costs
Grandma need medicine, stress costs
My partner says his mama's lights got cut off
Plus she's six months behind rent, what the fuck
These niggas second guessing me
I know the fucking recipe
Balling, fuck a referee
Hungry like a refugee
Bricksquad Monopoly
White watch, white liquor
Black and white girl, which one to pick bro
It's a perfect picture, stop pose
It's a perfect picture, fuck it
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Stop pose
Make the biggest movies, top down we couping'
Twelve ladies choosing, twelve Bentley's cruising
Grind time we moving, told Flock' to scoop me
I'm by the baggage claim, that package came
Diamonds on my Automar, white tee with the Polo shorts
Wrists about a house or two, imagine what that auto cost
Uno, dos, loco money
Took that top and cut it short
Talk about that choo-choo money, fuck niggas know who to cross
Blowing hella' steam, wavy like submarine
Shorty give me head and wipe me off, now I'm cumming clean
Come on shorty, stop that crime
Drink that liquor, she drink that wine
Hit that once, I don't call that mine
Talk no money, don't call my line
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Twenty-five years old, seen a million plus
Twenty-five years old, I've seen a million plus
I'm like what the fuck is this
Stress costs
Grandma need medicine, stress costs
My partner says his mama's lights got cut off
Plus she's six months behind rent, what the fuck
These niggas second guessing me
I know the fucking recipe
Balling, fuck a referee
Hungry like a refugee
Bricksquad Monopoly
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