Cartel MGM - Call Waka lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane] Shawty want a eightball, tell her call Waka Tell (x6) Tell her call Waka Shawty want a eightball, tell her call Waka Tell (x6) Tell her call Waka Shawty want a eightball, tell her call Waka Tell (x6) Tell her call Waka Shawty want a eightball, tell her call Waka Tell (x6) Tell her call Waka [Verse 1: Cartel MGM] Whipping through the cake in the black inner tube All I see is c**aine money coming through Pyrex pot make it do what it do Re-rock the work, make one into two Cartel got goons trapping out the back do' 18 for a deuce, 35 for a fo' My b**h get mad cause she cooking all the time Check the work out when my b**h hit a line Million dollar cellie always stay ringing Dope so good, got the J's always singing What the f** you on, shawty feeling on herself Shawty want a eightball, tell her call Cartel [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Selling weed and crack, f** n***a, can't you tell? Made my first 10,000 with a pocket scale Hooked up with Cartel, now I got it by the bale Where we from, shawty? Cutthroat Riverdale! Where them n***as g**n, roll dice and smoke kush And these boys got power like they George Bush In the trap with some Mary or c**aine Them boys say they jacking, tell them we on the same thang Still the same n***a, ain't sh** changed They think I won't co*k back and blow out his brain You f** with Cartel, better yet, MGM Kinto, Psycho, Brim. That's my partner them [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 3: La Chat] I chief-a the reefer, I blows on that dro-zo I sip on that lean-o, I pop some them Rozo's I get so high, b**h, I-I cannot lie, b**h I pop a Superman and I believe that I can fly, b**h I got to take a smoke, I take a pull and I inhale it I don't f** with that [?] sh**, I don't want it if I can't smell it What the f** you smoking on? What the f** you drinking on? I'm smoking on fruit loop and I chase it down with Goose and 'Tron And I'm with that huffing sh**, I pop and roll and jump all night I'll take you for your 5's and the 10's and the 20's and get my money right I keep that green and dro, green and dope that'll make you choke And I keep that icy watch, that'll make you want to rob your ho' La Chat that high b**h, promethazine with codeine Mix it wit some yellow and some Reagan, I'm a dope fiend Yeah, I'm gon' keep it real, I get so wild, I'm full of pills It's something that you gon' have to try and find out how I feel [Hook: Gucci Mane]