Waka Flocka Flame - Big Homie Flocka lyrics

The trap hot, it's on fire Either way a n***a like a busy b play I run my hood, no marathon Took off for a minute now I'm back on Them ba** bigger, my trez longer My n***as' rhythm, my weed stronger f** a backpack, that bodybuilder Money talks, I don't f** with n***as Ha ha ha ha You been undressed, you ain't got swag You a walkin rapper, you a signed artist Got my own label, f** these n***as Play the middle finger on my diary She in the gang banger so it's f** a peezy Wiped cream say I ain't talkin money I keep 1 K, yo n***a transport to my old ways Keep black doors on me like OJ I'm turnt up off no d** You turnt that, you get no luck Blow the energy so I'm in the cloud Actin wild, they know I go hard b**h I'm good with ya'll One phone call, send them k**ers at you That's speed dial, house visit 10 years At the same time Joey beat his murder trial All the count, that's upon the soldiers Still collecting opinions, I'm a humble n***a Never join forces, make my own way I keep date, no birthday f** a off day competition I eliminate from the street laws Don't litigate, I delegate, you follow I'm own my own sh** you, you borrow Last n***a tried to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill That's real sh**, Big Homie Flock Squad!