That Make Me lyrics

[Intro: Chaz Gotti]
Yeah, man
(This beat is so, so Metro)
Haha
Squad, Squad, Squad, Squad

[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I ain't gotta talk about money
b*tch, I look like a check (Uh)
Bossed up, got my own sh*t, put them big diamonds on my neck (V-V's)
Put two bands on my feet (Turn up)
Foreign cars when I drive (Voom)
Five star when I eat
And I'll never tell like I'm Meech (Squad)
Street n*gga like Pootie Tang (You know)
I'm a real n*gga with a diamond chain
You a walking lick with a diamond chain (Hahaha)
Shoot more bullets than a gun range (Squad)
BSM the new Wu-Tang (Squad)
Kicking game like Liu Kang
You saving hoes like Bruce Wayne
I'm a rockstar like Sugar Shane
You don't run the streets like you bro's paint (Nah)
I could help your future like propane
Money insane in the membrane, blowing Mary Jane
b*tch with me, it's a hurrichain
Nothing to me, too much jewelry, no worries
I shoot good, I keep racks and I'm far from scary
Waka Flocka, flex
[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

[Verse 2: Chaz Gotti]
I'm still the man in my city
Diamonds dancing like Diddy
My b*tch nasty like Kimmy
Pockets big like Biggie
Should've never f*cked with Molly
That b*tch ain't sh*t
Got me in the club trippin' like a b*tch
Like sloppy jaw, but I'm neat
Like classy b*tches that freak
Cars I ride be tinted
Swear I'm so authentic
Take a p*ss, it's a gold mine, my sh*t twenty-four karats
Ain't no wings in my jet, no, I can't wear it
I can't wear it, no, I can't wear it
Hundred thousand dollar car, I can't steer it
Love flexin' in the club, why they staring?
Young n*gga taking over and we ain't sharing
[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
I got money out the ass, that makes me the sh*t
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha