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Twitter That - Waka Flocka Flame
Cool blue eyes
Things never look this nice
It's the life we live it's the price we pay
400 a zip imperial rose
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us ain't a show off just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas
I'll pour 'em
Take a trip we can blow a few dollars
Other b**ches you heard about 'em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play you studying to be an actress
What the haps is
I'ma call you later then
I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100 them others tryin to fake it
Self made
G millionaire in the making
Boss of my team bringin' home the bacon
Ya ni**a fallin' off you need a replacement
Face it
Let me buy you a drink better yet a bottle
Girl you look good you remind me of a model
Oh yeah yeah
Blue eyes
Yeah yeah yeah
So we off to the crib girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal everything full throttle
Oh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
The money come in the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it
G continually stack this paper
While all them b**ches chase me
Won't be a never your safety
B*tch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizz out
We party in
Vegas smokin'
Pina colada papers
Travel the world people know what our face is
Waitress bringin' 'em by the cases
For me and my real niggas we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane sh*t
That sh*t you have to join the gang wit
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips shopping trips to
Japan so you rollin' if you know like
I know them niggas don't go where I go
Gangster
Let me buy you a drink better yet a bottle
Girl you look good you remind me of a model
Oh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
So we off to the crib girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal everything full throttle
Oh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Mami I f**ks wit you borderline stuck wit you
I roll up hit the airport and stunt wit you
Count all this bread maybe split a cut wit you
No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you
All wins
No loss big house mowed lawn
No lease owned cars
Straight work
On my own bars
Let me buy you a drink better yet a bottle
Girl you look good you remind me of a model
Oh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Five o one yawn
So we off to the crib girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal everything full throttle
Oh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Fly with the gang ahh
Flying the paper planes
Oh she never be the same
It's just something that went array
Niggas broke
'Cause we link it all the change
Fool