Kinto (MGM) - Google Me lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm fresher than a baby's a**, trying to get that baby cash Two deep in the coop, just me and Chaz All I see, think, and dream about is cash, never, ever had cash What I rap for is cash Let's get money, n***a Signed to So Icey, no swer, Flocka 'bout his cash Jim Carrey chain on, my charm green as the Mask 1017, you can call that sh** Brick Squad 4-9 and 37, you can call that sh** Hit Squad Slow down, I'm going out of breath, Flocka going hard Thinking smart, making new friends, keep my hands in I'm about a dollar and I got no f**ing sense I need a big a** house with a white picket fence [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me [Verse 2: Cartel MGM] Google me, google me, tell me what you find Cocaine dealers stay cooking all the time Whipping four-ways, babies, and nines Murderistic mind, keep a 40 by my side Cartel be a real Mexican goonie Trap doing crazy numbers, call it Looney Tooney p**y talking sh**, but now he saying nothing Pull up to the red light, MGM dumping Two always zooming, that's part of my wardrobe Scared to k** a n***a? Then what you got a strap for? If you ain't getting money, then what you live for? Six figure playmate on my f**ing cellie phone [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me [Verse 3: Lil Capp] Google me, n***a, pull up my resume It's gon' tell you I do gangsta sh** everyday I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth So I gotta keep it a hundred when I'm in the booth And when I'm in the streets, even in my sleep I can go anywhere, bet they'll remember me It's a red sky, you'd better do your homework I had my own pistols I had my own purp I never been a b**h, I never turned snitch So if you disrespect me, that'll get you burned quick I hate b**h n***as, I hang with real guys 'Cause I'm a real n***a, you better realize [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me Google me, google me It's gon' tell you I'm a real n***a Google me, google me I ain't never been a scared n***a Google me, google me I held it down in jail, n***a Google me, google me I'ma always keep a tool on me [Verse 4: Kinto] Google me, motherf**ing K-I-N-T-O Waka Flocka, So Icey, Mafia Made, cutthroat Bald heads, tatted, up Mexicans from the A Box chevorlet, 28's, amigo getting paid Google me, see me, black rag and pistol Love this gangsta sh**, gutter life is what I live for Type of n***a that'll [?], the type of n***a that'll snatch yo hoe South Atlanta, Murder Street, in the hood, you'll find me Forest Park, Riverdale, tool on deck, Google me Need work, need pills, and green? Yeah, just Google me Make money, live fast, drug life and gang fights Might sell your grave, yeah, and kick your door the same night