Clap

I love money and she love me back

Money in my stomach got me looking like I'm fat

Throwing my ass cap, watch these strippers backflip

Got a whole lot of this, got a whole lot of that

Got me feeling like I'm Cap, got these rap niggas wack

My get money gut got the girls fucking with me

Pink Panther chain, screaming out, "Where's Mickey?"

Photograph my CD, catch me on TV

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Pink Panther chain, you can call me Waka Lean

Watch, codeine, bracelet promethazine

Rolling off them beans, dress code, shawty clean

Diamonds on my Robin jeans

I call them record deals, I'm a shiny-ass role model

20K for Remy bottles

That's that white clear shit, I don't fear shit

On my CEO shit, I'm an artist with an artist

And his single hardest line, that's real shit

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You ride big rims, I ride factory

At my concerts, girls be chasing after me

I swear they be attacking me, hotel pornography

I got to be so rich, call monopoly

Invest back in my company, ain't no punking me

I can fit a hundred thousand dollars in these Dickies

The number one song, got the world fucking with me

I'ma smoke three thousand bales of loud this year

Waka Flocka Flame

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