How You Feelin - Waka Flocka Flame

Now why you get yo self involved If yeen go 110 in it Reminiscing about the past Like damn its been a minute Give it to you if you ask Cause that's how im feeling Lie to em If they ask Cause that's our business yuh yuh Benjamins on top of Benjamins Creating Dividends Rather not have yo love Unless its genuine Quick to go dumb on One these niggas im so ignorant Im not who you started wit But im who you finished wit If it's just sex then thats it Nothing else included Niggas want to be gang so bad But don't know what they doing Do my best stay off the net Far from these niggas instagram influenced Think that we not having motion Rather niggas just be clueless I don't let my right hand Know what my left is doing Believe me just cause I dont show Dont mean that I won't use it Sit down smoke and record It's really therapeutic Quiet Money Gettas bout our cheddar We the new G Unit Please be quiet You dont want us start a riot Money steady piling Your favorite rappers Steady dying We aint wit that tweeting Real steppers move in silent Every cause got effect But I aint promoting violence Send my woadie on a mission Then put him on a private Center of attention I got all these folks watching Get off the drugs Just to focus On yo body Shawty wanna go rounds So I fuck her off the Roxy Now why you get yo self involved If yeen go 110 in it Reminiscing about the past Like damn its been a minute Give it to you if you ask Cause that's how im feeling Lie to em If they ask Cause that's our business yuh yuh Benjamins on top of Benjamins Creating Dividends Rather not have yo love Unless its genuine Quick to go dumb on One these niggas im so ignorant Im not who you started wit But im who you finished wit Different occasions not Once did I ever write a statement Got rid of the game Can't a fuck nigga say he played Tracy McGrady I wrapped her Tight around my finger Sadly mistaken if you think Ima leave without my banger That's a rookie Fa sho thats some You would do Told twin bet not hop Inside da whip Without that Chop On you Can't even give em reason Get to thinking Try and plot on you Go against the grain For some change thats Some the opps would do Stay down for my people Be there when you need me Know what its like to go thru Shit before cause life ain't easy Act like I don't need it deep Down for your love im feinin Ain't nobody else id rather be Wit and I mean it My love for you ain't no secret Got a weird way of showing Yes I do some stupid shit I'll never forget what's important When they try and bring you down Just keep on going You dont wanna miss yo moment Now why you get yo self involved If yeen go 110 in it Reminiscing about the past Like damn its been a minute Give it to you if you ask Cause that's how im feeling Lie to em If they ask Cause that's our business yuh yuh Benjamins on top of Benjamins Creating Dividends Rather not have yo love Unless its genuine Quick to go dumb on One these niggas im so ignorant Im not who you started wit But im who you finished wit Fucking wit the kid Is like fucking wit my potnas The way he put on that act Lil buddy deserve an Oscar I get surgical wit that chopper But im nothing like a doctor They like ever since that boy Came out the womb he been a problem Applying pressure on em Certified stepper homie Whoever get the nigga first I'll throw some extra on him We having different conversations You just regular They know im nothing like the rest Theres no competitor Now why you get yo self involved If yeen go 110 in it Reminiscing about the past Like damn its been a minute Give it to you if you ask Cause that's how im feeling Lie to em If they ask Cause that's our business yuh yuh Benjamins on top of Benjamins Creating Dividends Rather not have yo love Unless its genuine Quick to go dumb on One these niggas im so ignorant Im not who you started wit But im who you finished wit

Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people I'm trying to make it for my kid I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends Loose lips sink ships so cut them off like split ends After Aaron Rodgers I swear we took off like Peter Pan God said we should forgive but we don't got to make amends So fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, and fuck all them fake friends If you chose up on me, when I blow just sit back I'm to the neck with every stunt I know these niggas heard of Racks Up in Houston with my rocket, me and Dev smoking thrax At the club, me and tootie and little tabs upping racks Drove to Dallas after that at cotton bowl was upping racks At the galleria, walking through the mall spending racks Blew at least seven racks I hit Cali to make it back Out in Compton trying to stack, from here & there I might rap When I'm posted out in Gram you better know I'm trapping bad Put that Lexus on the interstate, one-sixty on the dash That's no cap, I'm outside with that bitch on me You always talking like you violent, boy that shit phony Kicked the cup but poured a line for my deadhomies Chill brodie Why you never slide for your deadhomies Clown ass Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps I always got some kickback at them kickbacks Known state to state for hunting bands and shipping za packs Hating niggas speaking on my name I can't allow that When emotions run high is when them thoughts run low I done dreamt of every way to hit a lick and up score Me and Bam slept with draco in the car that's no joke Them hard days thugging and long nights rapping we trying to blow Put my pride to the side try not to let the pain show I just caught another case they talking about some years now Man my son almost here I feel him in my spirit now My left hand get to itching when granny spirit come around Im low behind tint, not pushing pedals down Central now I'm a trophy in it's prime, I thought you knew I had the juice Bitches love to gossip about the shit they know that's not true He got a beam and a thirty but I have never seen him shoot Bad bitches in the party, they shaking ass to uncle luke Remember me and Amari we started bandboys, that shit blew I'm grown up now, these niggas know I'm trophied up now They won't touch shit, these niggas know I stay blamped down I beat death once, you try again you getting fanned down Sada Baby, pop a perk and now I'm activated Hit the cooch a couple times man I was too faded On I-Twenty doing a hundred in my lane It's roadmoney, I am not lazy It ain't shit to be my feets but babygirl Just know you got to pay me Kicked a four of purple wok and went and bought some quagen I'm elevating on these niggas going higher Told my lawyer, your not doing shit for me, you fucking fired Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people I'm trying to make it for my kid I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends Loose lips sink ships so cut them off like split ends After Aaron Rodgers I swear we took off like Peter Pan God said we should forgive but we don't got to make amends So fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, and fuck all them fake friends If you chose up on me, when I blow just sit back I'm to the neck with every stunt I know these niggas heard of Racks That's no cap, I'm outside with that bitch on me You always talking like you violent, boy that shit phony Kicked the cup but poured a line for my deadhomies Chill brodie Why you never slide for your deadhomies Clown ass Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps I always got some kickback at them kickbacks Known state to state for hunting bands and shipping za packs These hating niggas speaking on my name I can't allow that

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