Chinx - Wings FAKE lyrics

[Verse 1: Trouble] Ak 47's, Mac 11's, to Glock's and 40's Turn your motherf**ing block into a grove street party Now Waka Flocka popping, [?] Turn your sh** upside down when I come through with French Montana n***as don't want no ana, [?] on my ana Evidence lookin' like you've been spillin' strawberry fanta Blood all over the scene, it's for that [?] I got a ghetto dream, a few licks, a few rings [Hook: French Montana] I made a few flips, the money grew wingz Squad took the chips I talk a few rings Talk about few bottles, talk about few chains Talk about few cars, I need a few things And hell yeah I'm getting high, it's the high way I bought a half a mil car in the drive way Money machine is my favorie anthem, (Money Clearrr) That's my favorite answer [Verse 2: French Montana] Five stacks to my favorite dancer Stumber a** up shawty like lift yo pants up Money longer than the flight to Taiwain Got your b**h going down like my time line Panamoney.. 50 thou' Rolly, 50 cal for your head [?], be clear We the mob, flip the chips need a few rings Call 500 horses crow wings b**h I be ballin' like a metalhead 100 round drum sound like the metal band Coldplay, U2 f**ing with the leaders in the new school [Hook] [Verse 3: Waka Flocka] Aye, aye Homie this the life, half a million dollar car at the red light (FLEX) She say she like the way the sh** feel When I talk man she say she get a cold chill Told her blame it on my grill. Baby I'm addicted Married to Bricksquad, that's how I'm livin' Wake up in the morning two b**hes Two swishes, wish I had two dicks, ugh Bring more more more more liquor, tonight's a movie motion picture If I throw these bands would you lick her Everything on me baby pick a liquor [Hook] [Verse 4: Chinx Drugz] Train daily man on the roof I got to wait with birds And you can keep that b**h she's an angry bird Hundred carats on my arms [?] for that body with that bomb Whip game big chain, super charge You know them coke boys goes stupid hard I'm super stupid [?] I f** with stupid groupie Big money on his hand baby lose his [?] n***a swerving in that ride watch your step n***a get you murder on that side Them Mac baller wingz with me French with me ride with me Slim with me And rap slow I'm gon' show em how to move that whitney [Hook]