Rick Ross - Flicka Da Wrist lyrics

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Rick Ross - Flicka Da Wrist lyrics

(Hook) Catching plays, catching play I woke up feeling like I was on the moon I woke up feeling like I need 100 goons Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist That wrist, look at the flicka da wrist (Verse: Chedda Da Connect) I woke up feeling like I was on the moon I woke up feeling like I need 100 goons Some n***as in my sleep tried to capture me Some b**hes in my section tryin’ to f** fo’ free Catch a play on these n***as, touchdown I’m my own quarterback, put my team on Luxury, that’s all I see! Look at the flicka da wrist, got ‘em on me I don’t see n***as, I don’t see n***as California loud, got me lit, n***a I’m the sh**, n***a, take yo b**h, n***a Ya betta duck, fool, or you’ll get hit, n***a (Hook) (Verse 2: French Montana) Gone tell ya friends come and meet us at the lobby I be riding through a Lamb tryna find Illuminati Stacked 100 clean, built to hustle win Win, got team, bring ‘em cups of lean Watch us Constantine (Montana) Look at the flicka da wrist Look at ‘em ballin’, they hopin’ they miss Came from the corner, we slangin’ em bricks And jumped in the foreign, then scurred on yo b**h Sip till it’s gone, whippin’ the foreign Do what the damn, I done make it tomorrow Front of my lawn, white Versace, road shop Gun, me and my dawg (haaa) Woke up in a house with 100 rooms (haaa) But I was on the block, trippin’ on some shrooms (haaa) Now we catch em plays, we be catchin’ plays Mob rock’em boy, hit ya then he catch a play (bow!) (Verse 3: Rick Ross) All I want is guala, man, it’s all I want (rich) Bottle Egger, burn on treble in my trunk In the projects, it’s Timbalands, watch icy as f** Get ya life risked, shawty p**y, wet as they come Make it rain for two days, that boy’ll cash a check All that weight on your shoulders, and n***as at ya neck Desert Storm be my people, and n***as know my set Put that bag on the corner, and boy you know what’s next Double on my chain, these women luv my chum Comin’ in on the plane, menaje is in my lung All I want is the guala, you wanna be in charge Copped my Galanti, please keep your Sedan! (Hook) (Verse 4: Plies) I woke up early morning in the same clothes I woke up feeling like I f**ed 100 hoes Free all my n***as in the county, in the state And in the muthaf**ing FEDS If I have one wish, all these stupid a** n***as Lie here gon’ be dead Spot money everywhere, up the 100s, up the follows Up the muthaf**in’ blue flag Know some n***as in the streets Made a muthaf**in’ k**in’ off their muthaf**in’ risk gang Cracker tryna get a young n***a life buy a whip Worry bout a muthaf**in’ kilo?! And while I wake up every morning for the jugg Prosecutor and that muthaf**in’ CO? Young n***a in the Chevy ride big through the hood Cuz he flicka that wrist His old b**h trippin’ like two or three days Cuz I’m get on that dick, that D I fell asleep last night, I’m still in the pwussy n***a say I’m on toe, that n***a I took it Look at the flicka that wrist! Look at the hips of that b**h Look at these n***as, they hatin’ We picture, we threw a whole brick on that b**h Look at the cars that we coppin’ Centefold models we poppin’ Look at the sparkles, them bottles been ballin’ So hard that the police is watchin’ (Verse 5: Maino) Police hoes, they on me n***a scream, that’s KOB Shawty came back to the room Then bust it wild and gets KOB Game time, let names shine Throwin’ money, like gang size She a pro when she on the pole Climb to the top, call it hang time Look at the watch on my wrist Bet they gon’ hop on my dick Bet they gon’ need ‘em a shovel To pick up the singles we drop in this b**h Coulda bought myself a Benz But I went to the stripclub again She said yo wrist is so tight I just start flickin’ and flickin’ again (Hook)