Waka Flocka Flame - 50 K lyrics

[Verse 1: Flocka] I'm drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost Bad b**h with me with me where my manners go I'm drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost Bad b**h with me with me where my manners go My youngins sick sick where the antidote Aiming at your top bust your cantaloupe I'm drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost Bad b**h with me with me where my manners go My youngins sick sick where the antidote Aiming at your top bust your cantaloupe (p**y!) He 46 and he's still selling dope How the f** you ballin' with a car note I'm in the trap real sh** where the felons go Cury never had a job he always use the bowls Them youngins run up in your house what it's hitting for No mans just to let you know who did it ho I'm from Riverdale all I know is get it in I got weed I got Molly's what you tryin' to spend [Hook:] 50k for a show and my n***as sellin' swag She a red bottom b**h Versace shirt Birkin bag I'm a get money n***a don't use the carlot to protect Before I leave my f**ing house grab my pistol and my flag Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check [x4] [Verse 2: Flocka] My foreign car painted flat black My girl hopped out a** fat Paparazzi keep flashing pictures Broke n***as looking wanna be these n***as (p**y) 4 grams in my back wood, (I'm smoking) Millionaire n***a still keep it hood (Riverdale) Pay the extra 60 for that steel hood Phantom ghost got a n***a living good Turn up I bet your b**h want a n***a Hey come here shawty I bet she wanna f** a n***a Hey come here shawty Never be a broke n***a Shawty see a platinum n***a [Hook:] 50k for a show and my n***as sellin' swag She a red bottom b**h Versace shirt Birkin bag I'm a get money n***a don't use the carlot to protect Before I leave my f**ing house grab my pistol and my flag Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check [x4] [Verse 3: Gucci] Gucci Mane I'm the f**ing man pocket full of zen Whipping plans on the n***a grands change a n***a plans Still know we keep it real chopping off your head I'm leaving grounds, I'm a try the crown and I'm in the van Say he hard and he goin' ham I don't give a damn Say he broke and a hundred million just went through his hand I don't cherish it I'm flying terrorist and crush you down If you thinking he gon' take my grounds I'm a change your plan You are a jam p**y n***a but I just came from Japan I'm making fans off of growing weed super duper scram I heard you found and jerked on your man now your n***a ran Flockaveli you know that's my man called the kid a damn [Hook:] 50k for a show and my n***as sellin' swag She a red bottom b**h Versace shirt Birkin bag I'm a get money n***a don't use the carlot to protect Before I leave my f**ing house grab my pistol and my flag Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check [x4]