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Money Maker
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Waka Flocka Flame
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I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die From my mama to my friends, I'ma f*cking ride I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherf*cker Green diamond-ass bird, I'm [?] watch me swerve Niggas slick talking, hating on me, tell them watch the work Offset rims and candy paint, I used to get it off the curb And a hand trick, I told you I'm about that, shawty, that's my word To the West Coast, Midwest, and East Coast Down South to New York, outlined in chalk Yodi got the 40, my little bousin on it Red Range, I'm storming, [?] that's a woman They say a nigga gangsta, I'm rapping like Eazy-E They say a nigga gangsta, I'm rapping like Gucci They say a nigga gangsta 'cause all I do is hang with hood niggas Waka Flocka Flame, you can call me that young rich nigga I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die From my mama to my friends, I'ma f*cking ride I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherf*cker I'm in the studio, smoking blunts, reading Corner Store But at the corner store, a nigga's selling onions, bowl I used to trap, but I never pushed the blocks Clayton County, Riverdale, ask about that block Back then, bro trying to push a vick of coke White folks want me dead, hanging by a rope I gotta lead my generation, call me Flocka Pope Disrespect Bricksquad, then I'm looking for the scope I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes You could tell I'm swagging, you gon' motherf*cking die Put that shit on Blood, you gon' motherf*cking die When my little brother died, I ain't motherf*cking cry I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die From my mama to my friends, I'ma f*cking ride I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherf*cker Dear Lord, why these niggas hating? Dear Lord, why these niggas Flocka-hating? I'm just trying to get some money, trying to run my bands up [?] f*cking robbery, shawty, put your hands up If you f*cking with me, [?] smoking thug with me [?] in me, Joe with me, mix it all with [?] Flocka jumped out the pot, that [?] at sever I swear to keep it three hundred if I go to Heaven Big ass rims on the Chevy, got the hoes chewing 33 inch rims, I'm riding Patrick Ewing "Flocka, what you doing?" Keeping it hood, nigga "Flocka, what you moving?" A little wraps, nigga I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die From my mama to my friends, I'ma f*cking ride I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherf*cker
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