Girl Talk - Make Me Wanna lyrics

Free me see me throw da dueces hatin' Useless do sit keep da truth amazin' Dont trip wont slip no whoopsie daisy See da King fallen off u halucinatin' You wanna talk about paper lets do it baby 10 mil' at a time I'm use to makin' Tell em' mee maw jealous not Gucci baby Goin hard in da spot like Gucci baby Got sum true freaks wit me so cute in da face They lil bad a** call 'em my bossie babies M.D.M.A. they twerkilatin' I feed 'em dick they feed me turkey bacon Holla Sak pase get worth from haitians Gotta coupe 20 mil' what its worth today Young tip Young Dro goin' turn da station On da phone wit my n***a lil turkey sayin dat... I get so much money man these n***as cant beleive me Pocket BK double whopper so you know its cheesy And I be so fresh I got these b**hes want to see me Everytime I hear them haters talking I say freeze me Oh you need to freeze me Polo polo freeze me Time after time Oh you need to freeze me Polo polo freeze me Time after time Where's your head at? Don't let the walls cave in on you We can't live on, live on without you Don't let the walls cave in on you We can't live on, live on without you Don't let the walls cave in on you You get what you give that much is true Don't let the walls cave in on you You turn the world away from you Where's your head at? (Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?) Where's your head at? (Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?) Where's your head at? (Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?) Where's your head at? (Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?) Flocka Flocka Waka Waka Waka Flocka Flocka Flocka Waka Flocka Waka Flocka Flame Brick Squad Gotta main b**h (And) gotta mistress (whateva) A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood rich Keep my dick hard, and keep me smoking [coughing] You'll get bills free shawty no jokin Ey what I stand for? Flocka! (Brick Squad) I'm a die for this shawty man I swear to god In the trap with some k**ers and some hood n***as (Wha**up) Where you at? Where your trap? You ain't hood, n***a Keep this sh** 300, put that sh** on my hood Crips f**in with me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrret) Eses in the Meeko freestyle off da dome Brick Sqaud Waka Flocka Flame it's f**in on! I go hard in the muthaf**in paint I go hard, i go, i go hard I go hard in the muthaf**in paint I go hard, i go, i go hard Yuh (Yuh) Yuh (Yuh) Yuh (Yuh) Yuh (Yuh) Richer than the richest We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store And later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people pa**in so we smash on them Ballin out we keep the cash on deck Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V-set Louie lens iced out with the black diamonds Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider No lie i'm higher than i ever been Born rich born uptown born to win Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz Candy paint foreign lights with my b-tch in Born hustlin too big n-gga to size me up Cant stop me more money burn em up Now wait a minute (x5) You know you make me wanna Pop, pop, pop those thangs Pop, pop, pop those thangs Pop, pop, pop those thangs You know I'll give it to you Hey-Hey-A-Hey (Hey-Hey-A-Hey) Hey-A-Hey-A (Hey-A-Hey-A) Hey-A-Hey-A) (Hey-A-Hey-A) Hey-A-A-Hey) (Hey-A-A-Hey) Pop, pop, pop those thangs Pop, pop, pop those thangs Pop, pop, pop those thangs Pop, pop, pop Pop, pop, pop those thangs Pop, pop, pop