[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]