Trae Tha Truth - Wow (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] I'm higher than a motherf**ing cloud right now I'm heavy on my high horse, I need to come down I'm like a freezer with a pocket full of green And I steal these hoes' attention every time I hit the scene And they be like Wow (X2) I keep these haters hollerin' out Wow (X2) I hit the club and they be like Wow (X2) They see the whip and eyes be like Wow (X2) [Verse 1- Waka Flocka Flame] Squad! She like, "boy, ya'll so flexed up." Broke n***as that way, get yo check up Uh, step your neck up Put yo cups up Bottles up, hands up Hey, if you f**ed up How the f** he do it? Single after single Girls, they do wild thingz when I throw these singles Smokin' out the pound, in the club like it's legal Rollin' up two mollie's Up all night, top flight [Verse 2- Twista] Ain't nobody out here got the position of me So not even nobody too philosophical I'm legendary and even one of the elites Every time you see me I'm blowing on the tropical I'm very scary when you be hearing me on the beat Head in the clouds and my swag in the air Big cheese what they call 6g's they cold bring 'em here Let me try out a pair b**hes in here be attached like all these broads got rings on em But I'm so high up my adidas got wings on em Show me the kush and we gon hit it Make em say Wow, like we Wow with it Put us two together like both of our names and all we do is win Tebow, get it? [Hook] [Verse 3- Bo Deal] I done came up, I told you I done came up Toast to all my haters Roll that purple, n***a, flame up Got the city popping now the people know my name Big Boss, Bo Deal, ain't n'er n***a I can't touch My watch like whoo! Chain cold like a freezer My ears got the flu! Wrist portraits like a diva We popping bottles, blowing dough We got it, no we ain't going broke I'm riding high while they sipping low These n***as sleep like they blowing dough Better know a n***a fly without a parachute My buzz growing, got the people talking like a pair of do I'm eating good cruising on the track getting sea-sick You know I had to bring some heavy hitters on the remix [Hook] [Verse 4- French Montana] 30 chains on, looking like a turtleneck They like "wow", I be higher than a tower I be dipping in the motherf**ing Benz-o Talking 'bout that money, that's a motherf**ing insult Me and Bo Deal drinking Blue Don like it's water Tripping off pills, think I smoked her by the car You know a n***a low, on the go Gotta mob on them n***as that be like "whoa" Black rob on you n***as, black mob on you [Verse 5- Trae Tha Truth] I'm somewhere where these playaz hit Tell 'em I'm on that same sh** Diamond life got my chain sick 10 degrees below where the chain sits So many n***as on my dick it's like a product King of the streets, stoned up Everybody want a truce so I owned up HOLD IT! wait like a n***a who done blown up It's k on the back of these blood diamonds Paint on the whip say "flood timing" These bright white lights got a thug blinder Yeah, b**h, I made this thug shine As always, only way I roll f** a hater, only thing they get told Heated up, but this wrist so cold Gonna beat up the block till the block gets swole [Hook]