Waka Flocka Flame - Everything's A Go lyrics

[Background] This beat is so, so (?) And everything's a go, go, go.. (yea-yeah) [Hook: French Montana] I know you heard 'bout it All that money over there: don't worry 'bout it Hundreds stacked, blow it out for fun Southside, that's where I'm from You can call it that, you can call it that You can call it that, you can call it that (Aye!) And everything's a go, go, go... [Verse 1: French Montana] I give a f** what a hater gotta say, get it straight You ain't talking 'bout no money anyway I'mma see you when I see you any day Smoking purp, Henny straight Gettin' money, plenty cake, you n***as fake I be fresher than cornbread: that long bread I'm five star like Baby's bald head Sippin' on that lean, wit' my homie though I'm a pimp, but nothing like Goldie though (Daaaaaaamn) is what the hoes say You got the juice man? Call me O.J That's macaroni, guacamole And you's a co*k blocker: a soccer goalist [Hook] [Verse 2: French Montana] I got a duffle bag, with a lot of O's Got a main b**h, and a lot of hoes Wristwear forty, valet parking Lemonhead Rollie, Christopher Walken I'm out'chea, Red Mountclair I'm high-rising, I'm about there Off the O.G, knock you off both feet f**-n***as can't see me, we right by the nosebleeds Rolls, dippin', Rose, sippin' Them coke boys wrinkle up they clothes, pimpin' It's the chef boy Breezy, f-r-eezy Mister sixteen with the Coke Boy team, Montana [Hook]