[Intro]
Aye I'm like, make that f**a bark, let's go yo heart
Ohhh that sh** gone be hard
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say Flocka trippin' shawty on that other sh**
I keep the crowd jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross, b**h
I ain't gone cross over, ain't rap n***a move over
They say I ain't gone make it so b**h, yeah I gotta show ya
Man I'm on in the hood for makin' that f**a bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Stark
Forty nights, forty days no Noah's ark
If we was livin' in water I'd be a shark
I'm in the front, you in the back, like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay where the f** to start
Don't got the gun then I'mma use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci Bart
b**h we shootin' over here no martial arts
Oh okay, man im finna go in man, real talk man
I got n***a knowledge yo girlfriend p**y got hella mileage
I'm a street n***a so middle finger to a college
[Hook] (x2)
They say snakes in the gra** so I'ma cut this sh**, Flocka
All these girls want is cash so I can't trust the b**h, NO!
12, pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for sh**, Vroom
I got cars, ice, and hoes shawty I'm n***a rich, woah
[Verse 2: Cartier Kitten]
Carti-er no watch
So high that, my ears pop
Right here, where that lear drop
Hop out yeah, like thats hot
Now where the bread, ima need that boo
With it off the head, ima need like two
n***a rich, what that make you
Ima trigger chick, my belt my proof
Now what you want, ima shut this down
n***a try to front, like I dont run this town
n***a try to front, like I dont wreck this sh**
n***a hide the blunt, I smell the piff
While im tip-pin corners, im rol-lin with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras
Got bread to blow, gotta mean 16
Turn the camera on, ima rep my team
Im making hits like back to back
Yall cute and sh**, y'all try to rap
Get stupid chick, how you tryna act
Im stupid rich, no platinum plaques
Im n***a rich, boy what you rep
No n***a business, no n***a checks
Carti-er
[Hook]