[Intro: Wale]
They gotta feel like bu*ter baby
Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Uh lets get it work
[Verse 1: Wale]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** it
LA women in my stable none of them are donkey
Bulimic maybe decent, said "baby you need Jesus"
Said "Ain't you m**m Wale?" I said that ain't ya business
Go and mind it, bumpin Gold Alpinas
Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a n***a vagina
In take, take down, squad stay down
All my b**hes in here that's 2-5, say "ooww"
Supercharged off that San Diego medical
And about a move contemplate on this revenue
And heaven knows what this money sh** can do to you
But I ain't tryna orange suit for hoardin pharmaceutical
Elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot
When you do your thing ya bang b**hes then toodle-oo
Zanotti boots, Giuseppe's woo
She throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces
[Hook 1: Wale]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Uh lets get it, work
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Uh lets get it, work
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em
She switched sides on me other n***as f**in
But I'mma bounce back like it ain't nothing
And you n***as could never see me
Talk sh** but he wanna be me I don't drink Vodka-tinis
I f** with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap
Wit b**hes that lick sacks and n***as that shoot craps (yep)
So I don't give a f** about a rap check (uh-huh)
Just cars and a**ets, rolexes with baguettes
Your b**hes got bad breath, my b**hes get mad pressed
Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had s**" (uh)
Hella shows, hella girls, hella beats, crush em
At least hook a n***a up a English muffin
I wonder would she like me if I did construction
It's rules to the game you gotta read instructions
We can't split alimony
Just half of this macaroni have s** then we back to homies that's it
[Hook 2 (x4): Wale & Dom]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em
[Verse : 3 YG]
Haters f** em, all my haters f** em
Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cuz these b**hes I can't trust em (Noo)
Police duck em, middle finger f** em
I went from robbing to rich, I'm a scattish motherf**er
You's a mark, but that's a topic I don't wanna touch on
You the type that don't bust back when you get bust on
Get your b**h before I let her have it
If you don't wanna go to jail boy pay them taxes
Wale reached out (What Up) he a real n***a
I thought he ain't f** wit a n***a like Tommy Hilfiger, salute
Them b**hes from the club be boufed
The only reason we f** wit em cuz we know they get loose
You got n***as ghost writin your hits
I got b**hes from the Bay ghost ridin my dick
I'm so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metro
I remember asking n***as who had snaps on the petro
But now I got
[Hook 2 (x3)]