Askin' For (feat. Just Rich Gates & Derez De'Shon) - Waka Flocka Flame

We got London On Da Track How you expect me not to eat you When I was starving you ain't feed me And now a nigga fed up, yeah Got two kids and plus I'm broke We been sleepin' on the floor And all you say is keep your head up I'm fed up (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up) I'm fed up, fed up, yeah (fed up, fed up, fed up) Fed up, fed up Selling dope outside my door until the feds come (Derez De'Shon) Selling dope outside my mama door, yeah Feel like I got to get it and I get it, I want some more (I want some more) I got two children I want some more but right now I can't afford Selling dope outside the 'partment building 'til they callin' the folks Just tryna keep on the cable, uh I'm just tryna keep it stable, uh I'm just tryna feed my babies Ain't nobody did me no favors, yeah Bills due, rents late, lights off, can't see in this bitch Fuck all that friend shit The friendships were last year, ain't nobody been real I'm by myself, I did it on my own, ain't asking for no help I been in and out of homes, sleeping on floors for real And my pride won't let me ask for help 'Cause lately I been hard, it's no love left How you expect me not to eat you When I was starving you ain't feed me And now a nigga fed up, yeah Got two kids and plus I'm broke We been sleepin' on the floor And all you say is keep your head up I'm fed up (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up) I'm fed up, fed up, yeah (fed up, fed up, fed up) Fed up, fed up Selling dope outside my door until the feds come They cut off the lights with no warning Eviction notice in the morning I had a bitch but she didn't want me (damn) She was pregnant but got an abortion (bitch) Everything I ever loved got took from me (got took from me) All you see pain, no love when you look at me (for real nigga) I swear these niggas ain't shit (ain't shit) How you say you love a nigga and you don't even like my Instagram pic? (how the fuck you do that nigga?) Everyday I hustle, get a script But all that name gave a nigga shit They took my brother from me They took my cousin from me They took the love out of me I swear I believed 'em and they tricked the fuck out of me The devil tryna play me and I'm praying I don't lose Popping medication, drinking booze Writing suicide notes while I'm making music Lord don't let me lose it (Derez De'Shon) How you expect me not to eat you When I was starving you ain't feed me And now a nigga fed up, yeah Got two kids and plus I'm broke We been sleepin' on the floor And all you say is keep your head up I'm fed up (I'm fed up, fed up, fed up) I'm fed up, fed up, yeah (fed up, fed up, fed up) Fed up, fed up Selling dope outside my door until the feds come

Good Good, good Good, good, good, good We got London on the track Girl, you know you mmm-mmm, good like Campbell's Can you blow the top off of me like a candle? Can I fuck you in L.A like we in Atlanta? Oh, no IG pic', no Gi-, girl, you know I want you like the key to the Lambo When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo I can tell you pigeon toed without no sandal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Girl, I need you I need you like the beat in my chest (in my chest) I smoke on the best that come from the west side Girl, you look like Lisa Lopez, yeah, left eye, eye, eye, eye I'ma grind for that chest so hard that wall shake She go stupid on the head just like a top hat (ike a top hat) You can hate, but know the difference, you can't block that No, no, no, no, no, no Girl, I want you (ooh) Gi-girl, I need you Gi-gi-girl, I'm lookin' for you and I see you (I see you) Girl, you know I want you like the key to the Lambo (to the Lambo) When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo I can tell you pigeon toed without no sandal Girl, I know that pussy good without no sample (yeah) Girl, I want you like the key to the Lambo (to the Lambo) When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo And I know that pussy good, good, good, good, good Mm-mm, good like Campbell's Mm, good (good) Mm-mm, good like Campbell's Mm-mm-mm, good Pussy good, matter fact, bitch, it's the bestest (it's the bestest) I don't never hell, yeah, usher confessions Wanna have a threesome with you and your lil' bestie Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm cuffin', bitch, you arrested, yeah Girl, I want you (girl, I want you) Girl, I need you (girl, I need you) Girl, I'm lookin' for you and I see you Girl, you know I want you like the key to the Lambo When I bust it, you bust back at me like Rambo I can tell you pigeon toed without no sandal Girl, I know that pussy good without no sample Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-ah-ah

The light was green, but I still waited I gave 'em love, and they still hated I put 'em on, and they still traded We beat the odds, and we all made it The only dreams we ever had was run them bands up My lil brother caught a ten, he gotta man up Seen him layin' in the casket, I can't stand up I do 'em, honey, its the life and what I stand for Free my dawg, dawg free, can't wait to say it backwards When the opp dropped, ain't nothin' but hand claps and laughter He throw it up because he blood, he a Redskin Before thе streetlights come on, you better hеad in Shoulda known he was a snake, I seen him shed skin They took my nigga life, he died on the dead end You said you loved me, I believed you, and I fed in To numb the pain, I pop these percs, and put the meds in The light was green, but I still waited I gave 'em love, and they still hated I put 'em on, and they still traded We beat the odds, and we all made it From all these permanent scars- This for all my dead homies Speak on them'll get you killed 'bout what you said, homie He from the streets, guess thats why they left him dead on 'em Blood in my eyes, I swear, all I see is red, homie From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars Dead body hit the pavement, ain't nobody care But I bet they recordin' and its the grand share That shit kinda scary Body on me way on top, I swear I'm so prepared I swear I'm so aware, yeah Ain't nothin' gangster 'bout dyin', I promise I done seen niggas partner take money out they pocket (For real) He wasn't even dead yet, and its sad, 'cause he watched him Its ya man, its ya partner, I got mad but didn't stop him Got so many dead homies I gotta live for If I don't, who gon' pay all their mama's bills for 'em? If I don't, who gon' take care of all their kids for 'em? I ain't Superman, but I gotta be there for 'em From all these permanent scars- This for all my dead homies Speak on them'll get you killed 'bout what you said, homie He from the streets, guess thats why they left him dead on 'em Blood in my eyes, I swear, all I see is red, homie From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars I done shot a couple people, no names Got a suspended license, still gon' ride for my people Real right, I got stripes, I ain't talkin' no zebra Lost my brother to the streets, I'm havin' smoke with the Reaper The shit I been through, can't believe I ain't got no scars Niggas pop up then they don't want no parts Yeah, you said that you my brother, you said you fuck with me I don't trust him, I got [? ] Up in the club with me, you don't fuck with me I got a couple knives in my bag, so I just might act a lil funny Got a lot of ice, can't let 'em take nothin' from me Whole lotta scars, can't believe I made it this far From all these permanent scars- This for all my dead homies Speak on them'll get you killed 'bout what you said, homie He from the streets, guess thats why they left him dead on 'em Blood in my eyes, I swear, all I see is red, homie From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars From all these permanent scars Permanent scars, permanent scars

Yeah Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yeah) (Quin With The Keyz in Here) Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yah) Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shun On Da Beat Thought we was all gon' ball- These niggas hate for no reason I can't believe it I can't believe it These niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin' When I was starvin' and you had a plate You be thinkin' a nigga was greedy Now that I made it they act like I owe 'em But where was you at when I needed you? Where was you at when I needed you? I came from nothin', but I make it look good, don't it? Yuh Big face Rollie on me look good, don't it? I know they gon' hate But I pray to my hood, Lord, me Yo, they showin' me love, but they fakin' I swear that I'm good, homie (I'm good) That's on the hood, homie (On the hood) I had to cut a lot of niggas off 'Cause they wasn't no good for me (Wasn't no good) I had to punch some niggas in they mouth To show 'em I'm still on it I had to get this shit off on the ground And nigga, I stood on it, yeah, yeah Yuh, kept it 100 when niggas was fakin' me You know it (Yeah, you know it) I never turned on not one of my potnas But I know who would (But I know who would) Said you won't change on me I watched you do it (I watched you do it) Even if I could, I swear I would, yuh These niggas hate for no reason I can't believe it I can't believe it These niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin' When I was starvin' and you had a plate You be thinkin' a nigga was greedy Now that I made it they act like I owe 'em But where was you at when I needed you? Where was you at when I needed you? Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yeah) Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yeah) Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yo) Thought we was all gon' ball together Ain't gotta ask, nigga, Woulda gave you my last, nigga Yeah, yeah, you know If I sat there mad when I was on my ass, nigga Then now you'd go Go get more careful, nigga Tryna chase that bag, my nigga Just like you go Ride for all my niggas, you know If you down for me, you sure Yeah, yeah Thought we were gon' ball together (Ayy) Tear down the mall together (Ayy) Rack up all the cheddar (Cheddar) Act up all together But you don't even call me, do he? We thought we'd all remember 'Cause out in the cold of winter Can't trust these niggas, you showed me, nigga Hey, it's a damn shame, damn shame, yeah The struggle we went through it Homie wanted somethin', I'd do it That's real shit and you knew it (Knew it), ayy Loudest act, got a bag, went to the club And I threw it Made a lot of money, I blew it Street shit my influence These niggas hate for no reason I can't believe it I can't believe it These niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin' When I was starvin' and you had a plate You be thinkin' a nigga was greedy Now that I made it they act like I owe 'em But where was you at when I needed you? Where was you at when I needed you? Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yeah) Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yeah) Thought we was all gon' ball together (Yo) Thought we was all gon' ball together

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti