[Intro:]
Big homie Flock
BSM
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
Automatics and dice games
We was gettin' money till the Feds came
Big Daddy Kane on my clothes and you could still smell raw c**aine
Would my family have survived without c**aine?
We thank God when that blow came
Walkin' through the rain without a coat
Livin' with a (?) prove, hope that we all make it out to get (?)
Leonardo how I paint these pictures
My n***as so relentless, vicious
Eat your food, do your dishes
Now all your family's left with is memories and pictures
f** n***as, f** b**hes
f** n***as, f** b**hes
Get money, stack money
I wish they act wrong, even act funny
I got b**hes that'll die, k**ers that'll clap for me
[Hook: Kobe]
I know you're mad when I get grindin'
I know you hate it, it's all good
We out here gettin' all this paper
I know you mad, you wish you could
Get money, get money, get money
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka]
Please don't get it confused, this is rap money
Mixed with a little street money
I'm talkin' 'bout them long drives, don't sleep money
b**hes walking on the blade, that dirty deep money
I was told don't talk, just look
Family on the streets, I was raised by the crooks
Certified street, never raised by the book
Street educated, I can tell that you shook, rapper
Every good girl love a hood n***a
Real recognize real, you ain't a real n***a
I'm takin' over companies, signing deals
If you wanna build, make a mil, never skip a meal
Keep your lips sealed n***a
f** n***as, Tommy Hillfigure
You take care your family, keep it real I f** with ya
Boy, there's levels to this sh**
I set fire to that a** like the Devil in this b**h
Squad!
[Hook: Kobe]