Waka Flocka Flame - Draft Day lyrics

[Intro:] I see you little bruh [Verse: Waka Flocka] Haha, numero uno Came from from nothing, now your pockets all sumo Conflicted prediction, but shhh... what do you know? Time is ticking in that watch like a Hublot Got a weapon out in Texas It's a celebration hundred bottles to the section Now the models undressin' and the dollars we investin' Count your money and your motherf**in' blessin's I'm a real hitter, I salute a real hitter Now your bank account and mama's house a lot bigger More sacks than my partners in the trap And all you haters and doubters can fall back S-C, that's the home of Ben G, squad Jungle boy, two spoons gota eat, squad God works in mysterious ways I just work to keep on living that luxurious way And the jury can say whatever they please, you can't judge me I'm the people so the real people love me Trust me, from Riverdale, ain't too many chances Ain't too many choices, ain't too many answers Whole 'lotta questions, whole 'lotta stressin' I've been progressin' back to the S and My bank account and my b**h, a pretty site White boys be like - Waka, dude, you really tight Beat a rapper up sometimes I think I really might Just to prove that we heavy and they really light Like Shoutout the Rockhill I know my boy enjoying how the top feel Stay focused work, hard, go and prove a point And let these haters run they mouth until they lose they voice Verizon man swag, can you hear me now? Can they see me now? Can they feel me now? I know what it's like to get criticized To say he don't deserve it, but in my eyes You see the pain, you see the struggle You see the grind, you see the hustle [Outro:] Feel me? n***a it's draft day Numba one, numba one until my last day Feel me? It's draft day Numba one, numba one until my last day Squad YPC what up? Curley, Mike D, AJ What up man? I said it's Clowney, they can't doubt me I said it's Clowney, they can't doubt me Squad Flockaveli 2 on the way motherf**er Draft Day Squad