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Grovvvvvve Grovvvvve Streeeeettttt.....FLOCKA!

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

I step in the club, rollin on that loud shit
My weed keep your security saying be quiet
My bread startin a riot, your girl getting excited
hold on wanna try it, I'm like why not try it
My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it
club going stupid, when I Oh Lets do it
Chu ain't gotta chew it, juking and she moving
Grove street villain nigga who you killin?
Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million
Jacksons to the ceiling that's how we ballin
You know that I'm rollin
Throwing up the mean bread
Now I'm bout to meet her in the club with a heater

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

A party ain't a party til I walk in it
Lime green flap match the fitted and the linen
Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted
Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinnin
I'm rollin like a mothafucka I'm a roll out in this motherfucker
Ima roscoe dash it Ima bout to show out in this mothafucka
My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothafucka
Ay flocka get them burners lets pull out in this mothafucka
Ay mothafucka what the hell is you rockin for run up on me and my squad
No that shouldn't be an option so
Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go
This is grove street party safe niggas hit the exit door

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

Rollin on them leaves, you can do the lean
Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back
The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not duckin that
Please step the fuck back, grove street yes we are back
Hood plus I'm a nigger rich, every ghetto feeling this
20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect
20 fucking 10 Ima blow the whole check
In the club flex, after party flex, you know how we ball, all I know is ball
Every dollar in my pocket Ima spend it all, when a nigga die they gon say shawty raw

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

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I can't forget da southside
Can't forget riverdale
I can't forget the hit squad
1017 brick squad

Lebron flocka james
I go hard in da muhfuckin paint nigga

Flockaaa

I go hard in da muhfuckin paint nigga
Leave you stankin nigga
What da fuck you thinkin nigga
I won't die fo this shit or what da fuck I say
Front yard broad day with da sk
See gucci that's my muhfuckin nigga
I hang in da dale with them hit squad killas
Waka flocka flame one hood ass nigga
Riding real slow in the corners in my nigga

Gotta main bitch (and) got a mistress
A coupla girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
Keep my dick hard and keep me smoking
You get bills free shawty no joking

Aye what I stand fo
Flockaa
Brick squad
I'm a die fo dis shawty I man I swear to god
In da trap with some killas and some hood niggas
Where you at where your trap you ain't hood nigga

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Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care

Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches yelling it
Thugged out rich as hell plus I'm throwing dick
Drunk as shit, everywhere I go I'm yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
Throwing money in the air fuck it I don't care
50 for the ear rings that's 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne independence day
I ain't really want yo number yo friend look better anyway

Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
Gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I'm swaggin on the sofa
I be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
Bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there nigga I ain't never scared

Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care

I see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
Mean mug them back yellin out I'm gettin cake

10, 000 worth of ones on the way, he ain't playin with
A check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
She left with me, uhhh, interception
He saying he gone kill me when he catch me but I
Don't really care I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really carelly care

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Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

All that ass in those jeans kid wale me
Kid and Roscoe speak
Long hair she don't care
When she walks she gets this
Brown skin or a yellow bone
DJ this my favorite song
So Imma make it thunderstorm
Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I dont care
Glasses flying everywhere tap my partna Roscoe like bruh I'm drunk as hell
Can't you tell, goose we been spent fifty stacks so fuck it
Well I'm tryna to hit the hotel with two girls that's wide awake
Tell this dick and swallow bay mascato got her freaky
Hey you got me in a trans, you take of yo pants
You pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN!!

Girl the way you movin got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies dis yo jam "com on"
Imma sip mascato and you go loose dem pants
And Imma throw dis money while you do it no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty goooo
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

She said look ma no hand, she said look ma no hands
And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm wit Roscoe I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance Imma bad motha fucka go and ask them mothafuckas
A young handsome mothafucka I slang that wood I just nunchuck'em
And who you with and what's your name are you not hip boo I'm wale
And that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze
Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on da beat let me take my time
Nigga want beef we can take it outside, fuck it what broad these hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo league, I sweat no bitches that sweat out weaves
Wear out tracks let me do my thing, I got sixteen for this roscoe thing
But im almost done let me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!

Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (come on)
Imma sip mascato and you go loose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

R-o-s-c-o-e mr.shawty put in on me
I be going ham shorty upgrade from bologna
Them niggas tippin good girl but I can make you flush
'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Rain rain go away that's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload my rain never evaporate
No need to elaborate most of these ducks exaggerate
But Imma get money nigga every day stuntin, nigga duck might get a chance after me
It's a baller like I'm commin' off a free throw, shook yo head in the game no cheat codes
Lambo roscoe no street code 'cause yo booty go me lost like nemo, go go go g-gone and do yo dance
And imma throw this money while you do it wit no hands GO!!!

Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

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Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]

Bounce that ass shake that ass like the tweark team
Hair long ass fat shawty mean
That girl look like hally berry when I'm on no means
When I hit the scene girls yelling and they scream
Flocka king you'll be my baby daddy like I'm going
Hose I'm pay my [?] smoke like I got [?] top [?]
Clap clap clap
I ain't done with you baby bring that ass back
Still got twenty still got 50 even got those hundreds
Throw sum money throw sum money I'ma let it go
Waka flocka flame better know as mr.go

Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]
Corner stacks omg smx when I'm them stage pourin roza all on her
Ass round of a applause baby pop that pussy drop it down for me do a split do you smoke girl got a zip white Remy Martin who wanna sip...
Why we [?] pop my hill and every word I say slauring
Vision in his lauring drunk too much liquor too much weed bitch on to much E
And double strip club shawty I'ma big tiver
Two hundred and I pull down her zipper
Shawty say she love me and she wanna be my crew
BRICKSQUAD nigga is where we go hard

Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]

Bounce that ass shake that ass like the tweark team
Bust it bust it like the tweark team
Bust it bust it like the tweark team
Bricksquad monopoly shawty that's my home team
Smokin that gangsta green can't do no g told
I need a classy girl but in the bed she gotta be a freak tho
Bust it bust it lay down on that flow girl
Bust it bust it give me sum mo head girl

Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Round of applause baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor make that ass clap
Let me see you
Bust it [6x]
Baby drop it to the floor
And
Bust it [6x]