YG - Hella lyrics

[Intro: Wale] They gotta feel like bu*ter baby Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Uh lets get it work [Verse 1: Wale] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** it LA women in my stable none of them are donkey Bulimic maybe decent, said "baby you need Jesus" Said "Ain't you m**m Wale?" I said that ain't ya business Go and mind it, bumpin Gold Alpinas Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a n***a vagina In take, take down, squad stay down All my b**hes in here that's 2-5, say "ooww" Supercharged off that San Diego medical And about a move contemplate on this revenue And heaven knows what this money sh** 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: Wale] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Uh lets get it, work Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em Uh lets get it, work [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em She switched sides on me other n***as f**in But I'mma bounce back like it ain't nothing And you n***as could never see me Talk sh** but he wanna be me I don't drink Vodka-tinis I f** with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap Wit b**hes that lick sacks and n***as that shoot craps (yep) So I don't give a f** about a rap check (uh-huh) Just cars and a**ets, rolexes with baguettes Your b**hes got bad breath, my b**hes get mad pressed Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had s**" (uh) Hella shows, hella girls, hella beats, crush em At least hook a n***a up a English muffin I wonder would she 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 (x4): Wale & Dom] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em [Verse : 3 YG] Haters f** em, all my haters f** em Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cuz these b**hes I can't trust em (Noo) Police duck em, middle finger f** em I went from robbing to rich, I'm a scattish motherf**er You's a mark, but that's a topic I don't 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** wit a n***a like Tommy Hilfiger, salute Them b**hes from the club be boufed The only reason we f** wit em cuz we know they get loose You got n***as ghost writin 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 (x3)]