Wale - Hella lyrics

(feat. Dom Kennedy & YG) [Verse 1:] (Uh let's get it, work) Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** it LA women in my stable none have been my donkey Bulimic may be decent, said "baby you need Jesus" Said "ain't you m**m Wale?" I said handle yo business Go and mind it bumpin Gold Alpinas Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a n***a vagina And take take down squad stay down All my b**hes in here that's 2 5 say "ooww" Supercharged out that San Diego medical And about a move contemplate on this revenue And heaven knows with this money she can do to you But I ain't tryna orange suit for hoardin pharmaceutical Elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot When you do your thing ya bang b**hes then toodle-oo Zanotti boots Giuseppe's woo She throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces [Hook 1:] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em (Uh let's get it, work) Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em (Uh let's get it, work) [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em She switched sides on me other n***as f**in But I'm a bounce back like it ain't nothing And you n***as could never see me Talk sh** but he wanna be me I ont drink Vodka-tinis I f** with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap With b**hes that lick sacks and n***as that shoot craps So I don't give a f** about a rap check Just cars and a**ets, rolexes with baguettes Your b**hes got bad breath my b**hes get mad impressed Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had s**" Hella shows hella girls hella beats crush em At least hook a n***a up a English muffin I wonder would she'd like me if I did construction It's rules to the game you gotta read instructions We can't split alimony, Just half of this macaroni have s** then we back to homies that's it [Hook 2:] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters, f** 'em (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em) (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em) (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em) (And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em) [Verse 3: YG] Haters f** em, All my haters f** em Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cause these b**hes I can't trust em Police duck em middle finger f** em I went from robbin the rich I'm a scattish mother f**er You's a mark, but that's a topic I ont wanna touch on You the type that don't bust back when you get bust on Get your b**h before I let her have it If you don't wanna go to jail boy pay them taxes Wale reached out (What Up) he a real n***a I thought he ain't f** with a n***a like Tommy Hilfiger, salute Them b**hes from the club be boufed The only reason we f** with em cause we know they get loose You got n***as ghost ridin your hits I got b**hes from the Bay ghost ridin my dick I'm so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metro I remember asking n***as who had snaps on the petro But now I got... [Hook 2]