Waka Flocka Flame No Hands
Songwriters: (undetermined) Johnson;Christopher James Gholson;Olubowale Victor Akintimehin;(undetermined) JonesGirl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
All that ass in yo' jeans
Can Wale be, can Roscoe scheme
Long hair, she don't care when she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow bone, DJ this my favorite song
So I'ma make it thunderstorm, Bud, want it, Flocka here
Throw it, f..ck it, I don't care, chests flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh, I'm drinkin', help
Can't you tell, booze help me hit them 15 steps so f..ck it
Well, I'm tryin' to hit the hotel with 2 girls that swallow me
Take this dick, gonna swallow, that Moscato got her freaky
Hey, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants
Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
She said look ma no hands, she said look ma no hands
And no darlin', I don't dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance
I'm a bad motherfucker
Go on, ask some motherfuckers
A young handsome motherfucker
I sling that wood, I just nunchuk 'em
And who you wit'? And what's yo name?
And you not hear, boo? I'm Wale
And that D.C. shit I rep all day
And my eyes red 'cause of all that haze
Don't blow my high, let me shine
Drumma on the beat, let me take my time
Nigga want beef, we can take it outside
Fight for what broad, these ho's ain't mine
Is you out yo' mind? You out yo' league
I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing
I got 16 for this Roscoe thing
But, I'm almost done, let me get back to it
Whole lot of loud and a little backwood
Whole lot of money, big tip I would
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
R-O-S-C-O-E, we Mr. Shawty, put it on me, please
I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from baloney, please
Them niggas tippin' good, girl, but I can make it flood
'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 evaporates
No need to elaborate, most of these ducks exaggerate
But I'ma get money, nigga, everyday stuntin', nigga, ducks might get a chance after me
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm comin' off of free throws
So ahead of the game, no cheat codes
Lambo, Rosco, no street code
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go, g-go on
And do yo' dance
And, I'ma throw this money
While you do it wit' no hands
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam
I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash