Exotic Belly (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
I can't fuck if she ain't exotic
I can't smoke if it ain't exotic
If it ain't foreign I can't drive it
All my cars, they exotic
Still pull up in your projects (Flocka)
Quarter million worth of diamonds (You know)
Quarter million worth of diamonds (Flex)
Quarter million worth of diamonds
Bitch I'm piped up
Bitch I'm piped up
Piped up
Way too piped up

[Verse 1: Belly]
Sip slow till we fast asleep
These hoes shallow but the caption deep
First one up, I'm the last to sleep
I might pull up with the tank like Master P
Cold wrist, smoke loud, I just won't listen
Still balling like ole' Miss
Still stunting on my own bitches
Drugs exotic, I'm a nervous wreck
I think I deserve the best
Liquor batch lean perk percocet
I don't even feel this shit working yet
Keep it trill, shouts to Bun B
Bitches jumping off with no bungie
Might pull up like Puff in the Humvee
Animals in your house like Jumanji