Waka Flocka Flame - Barry Bonds lyrics

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Shoutout to every n***a fronted me a pack when I was f**ed up Always been a gunner, my n***a, never ducker Bet she wanna ride with a n***a like me And she wanna hang and smoke with me Man I love when the crowd recite every lyric Rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the Lord hear it Grandma gotta eat, I gotta get it What they talkin bout we livin' Waddup lame, what it do bustas Know y'all don't like us but your girls wanna f** us My gangstas on E, so I'm pimpin n***a what you drinkin, what you sippin Most my n***as blood, some crippin' Out in Chi-Town with some real GD's and some VL's Gangsta worldwide with this sh** my n***a can't you tell Some say "Crime don't pay," it's hard to tell n***as said they want my chain, eat the shells Thank God for the Shells and Citgo, Chevron and the Ammaco [Hook: ASAP] I be on my Maserati boss sh** Top down in the winter Middle of the summer but it's feeling like December Yeah, I wake up in the morning with a b**h I don't remember, I'm a winner So my whole team start Ballin like I'm Barry hitting b**hes out the park, home run You better get your own son I'm on now, and I'm on one [Verse 2: P Smurf] I thank God for another one, then roll another one Hit my connect up, tell him I need another one King size bed them sets of double Ds in it n***a the condo smellin like a weed clinic Room 1017 that's at the top n***a Smokin Grade A while I'm getting topped n***a BSM the new Row, and I'm Pac n***a Stomping n***as out in the lobby, me and Flock n***a I love my squad Money over b**hes I love my mob In a four door Porsche with a hip-hop vixen And the diamonds in my charm clearer then KY Mixing [Hook] [Verse 3: ASAP] I rubberband the work so you know a n***a stretch it And if she stepped on we just call that b**h neglected Whip it like a slave, all white, I'm a racist Running for the money like a horse when it races Cash on my mind, money on my mental Cocaine ? I bring it back like a rental Look me in my eyes, can you tell me what I've been through I've been to hell and back, I've got some pa**es I can lend you Chef up in the kitchen, but this ain't Benihana's But I'm working two Pacs, I call 'em baby mommas Verses the new [?] she go in labor I'm tryin to make a profit so I cut it like a razor [Hook]