Get it low, get it low Ge ge ge See you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor, to the floor, to the floor Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know Get it on, get it on, get it on When i get you home, get you home, get you home Put it on, put it on, put it on I'm put it on Put it on Oooh, she's just my type Hair long and her eyes light Her smile shine like the sunlight One of a kind, baby momma type Friend muggin, she the hater type Waka Flocka, I'm the player type Jewelry bright, winter white Champagne chilled on ice Hold up! Every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor Hands on your hips, get real low Throwing money, my M.O So slot me your info Let me know, what you doing tonight girl I ain't got time for no games I'm only here for tonight girl Lemme see you get low, low, low To the floor floor floor Grab your hips girl Fuck your man Gimme some more more more Get it low, get it low Ge ge ge See you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor, to the floor, to the floor Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know Get it on, get it on, get it on When i get you home, get you home, get you home Put it on, put it on, put it on I'm put it on Put it on Ride for him Cause he say I ride real good Pop star, but I fuck him like I'm still hood Heard he wanna spend money on a red bitch Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick Anyway, boobs up and my ass out Somebody get a medic when he pass out Big Nicki in the game nigga Bricksquad, I ain't fucking with no lame nigga (ahhh) Dis dat part when I slow it down like this (ahhh) Somebody better get da bitch another round (ahhh) Fly as fuck I need a co-pilot When I come out it's a motherfucking ho riot Get it low, get it low Ge ge ge See you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor, to the floor, to the floor Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know Get it on, get it on, get it on When i get you home, get you home, get you home Put it on, put it on, put it on I'm put it on Put it on They your size, little waist don't match your thighs Say you're on my level but my level too high Looking in your eyes, don't look so surprised I know you ain't heard that, before Searching in the club and I just found one Pick up lines, I just dropped mine Single for the night, tryna double my fun So whats up, to the bad bitch In the corner, with her ass big And her hair long, I'mma grab it She call me daddy, but I'm a bastard Like, I ain't tryna be horse & carriage Or tryna take care of you, so put your bad habit I just wanna smash it, smash it Pass it, show you where the cash is, cash is But first lemme see you... Get it low, get it low Ge ge ge See you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor, to the floor, to the floor Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know Get it on, get it on, get it on When i get you home, get you home, get you home Put it on, put it on, put it on I'm put it on Put it on You be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me) I'll be on top of (you, you), you'll be like (ooh ooh) I'll be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me) I'll be on top of (you, you), I'll be on top of (ooh ooh) Get it low, get it low Ge ge ge See you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor, to the floor, to the floor Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know Get it on, get it on, get it on When i get you home, get you home, get you home Put it on, put it on, put it on I'm put it on Put it on You be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me) I'll be on top of (you, you), you'll be like (ooh ooh) I'll be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me) I'll be on top of (you, you), I'll be on top of (ooh ooh) Get it low To the floor Let me know Don't watch Get it low Get you home Put it on Put it on

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

(Intro) I'm a get money nigga man Aye you know You know about it Flocka! (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Verse) Rap done, slow done So I'm layin niggas down Brick Squad monopoly, we movin like the gardens Porn star, lucky you about it I'm Clayton County, Jurassic Park We don't play fair, we just shoot, no karate Niggas say they lookin for me, it ain't hard to find me I'm always in the hood, fuck a hater getting money Extendos in our clips, blue tints double F in them 50 clips, these niggas in trouble Ductape em, shout out to my nigga Alley Boy I'm from Clayton County Riverdale, you know we ridin boy Rob a nigga, rob a nigga, tie his ass up Got them bands on a nigga, my fen on my brigs truck (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Verse) I fuck yo bitch and beat yo ass, you can call me Jazz Knock you out with one punch, call Killie B Too many are shot out, shout out to the ODG We got it locked from west side to CP You know, you know Them hoes get on the floor You know, you know How a nigga get on the flow That bell with his mouth nigga, come sleepin on the couch nigga Think I want, there's a drop nigga These numbers high, gotta get em at ya Steal from strong I cut your fingers off All for one, we all the boys Pop his bands like Tylenols Down south nigga born up north What yo cause baby what it do? I'm P Funky so don't move Fuck her good, gold dick BS'in my alumni bitch (Hook x2) I said I'm hood rich, just counted 300 cash 2-40 on the dash, the fool see the locks well kiss my ass smash Kick yo do' with no mask for that fuckin cash dump Co-operate, that bank robbin nigga sellin swag uh (Outro) You know! You know! Lay that nigga down You know! You know! Lay that nigga down yea Lay that nigga down yea Lay that nigga down Three letters, BSM bitch Ball!