lirik lagu waka flocka flame - that make me
[intro: chaz gotti]
yeah, man
(this beat is so, so metro)
haha
squad, squad, squad, squad
[chorus: chaz gotti]
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
hold up (yeah), hold up (yeah, haha), yeah (yeah), yeah
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
hold up (yeah), hold up (yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah, haha
[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
i ain’t gotta talk about money
b~tch, i look like a check (uh)
bossed up, got my own sh~t, put them big diamonds on my neck (v~v’s)
put two bands on my feet (turn up)
foreign cars when i drive (voom)
five star when i eat
and i’ll never tell like i’m meech (squad)
street n~gga like pootie tang (you know)
i’m a real n~gga with a diamond chain
you a walking l!ck with a diamond chain (hahaha)
shoot more bullets than a gun range (squad)
bsm the new wu~tang (squad)
kicking game like liu kang
you saving hoes like bruce wayne
i’m a rockstar like sugar shane
you don’t run the streets like you bro’s paint (nah)
i could help your future like propane
money insane in the membrane, blowing mary jane
b~tch with me, it’s a hurrichain
nothing to me, too much jewelry, no worries
i shoot good, i keep racks and i’m far from scary
waka flocka, flex
[chorus: chaz gotti]
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
hold up (yeah), hold up (yeah, haha), yeah (yeah), yeah
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
hold up (yeah), hold up (yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah, haha
[verse 2: chaz gotti]
i’m still the man in my city
diamonds dancing like diddy
my b~tch nasty like kimmy
pockets big like biggie
should’ve never f~cked with molly
that b~tch ain’t sh~t
got me in the club trippin’ like a b~tch
like sloppy jaw, but i’m neat
like classy b~tches that freak
cars i ride be tinted
swear i’m so authentic
take a p~ss, it’s a gold mine, my sh~t twenty~four karats
ain’t no wings in my jet, no, i can’t wear it
i can’t wear it, no, i can’t wear it
hundred thousand dollar car, i can’t steer it
love flexin’ in the club, why they staring?
young n~gga taking over and we ain’t sharing
[chorus: chaz gotti]
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
hold up (yeah), hold up (yeah, haha), yeah (yeah), yeah
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
i got money out the ass, that makes me the sh~t
hold up (yeah), hold up (yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah, haha
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