Waka Flocka Flame - Where It At lyrics

[Intro] I don't care about no he say, she say Chase this money, love dinero like my f**ing DJ [Hook] Kick his door off the hinges, lay it down Heard you got that work in this house, lay it down Nobody move, everybody on the ground And if a n***a act crazy, brains on the ground n***a, where the cash at? Where the cash at? n***a, where the cash at? I need all of that n***a, where the cash at? Where the cash at? n***a, where the cash at? I need all of that [Verse 1] How the f** a soldier broke with a loaded pistol? Hope them goonies get you and those hollows hit you If our squads miss, I bet my youngins' hit you I'm from Clayton County, b**h, I want the issue f** the police, f** the police I say it two times, all I know is grind b**h I gotta shine, crime pays You couldn't walk half a mile in these Cool Greys Dark Rayban shades, I'm like f** a hater Hit a lick, hit a lick, stack this f**ing paper Amphins stay right by me, I call it my neighbor Clayton County, Waka Flame, I'm the f**ing mayor [Hook] Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, b**h I'm busting at 'em Out lace I'm busting at 'em, No talking, send them youngins' at 'em Heard he got work so we in his house n***as know I got a pistol in his mouth f** n***a, where the work at? You a lame n***a, you don't deserve that Don't cooperate? That's a dirt nap Whole house, I'mma search that Where the pounds and the t-shirts at? This one, man, I did it for the trap Man the male lookin back Talk around the bullseye n***a get crack Where the f** D-Bo at? Dae Dae keep him strapped I'm thinking it, with a b**h I feel like Diego Fat boy swag like my n***a Gotti boy for life call me roulette You know my crew go hard These streets we gon' rep [Hook]