50k lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I’m drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost (Uh!)
Bad b*tch with me wonder where my manners go (Turn Up)
My youngings sick, sick, where the antidote? (They geekin')
Aiming at your top, bust you cantaloupe (pus*y)
He forty-six and he's still selling dope (OG)
How the f*ck you ballin' with a car note? (How the f*ck?)
I’m in the trap, real sh*t where the felons go (Squad)
Cury never had a job, he always used a bowl (Whip it)
Them youngin’s run up in your house what it's hitting for
No mask just to let you know who did it ho
I’m from Riverdale, all I know is get it in (Riverdale)
I got weed, I got mollies, what you tryin' to spend?

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
50k for a show and my n*ggas sellin’ swag
She's a red bottom b*tch Versace shirt, Birkin bag
I'm a get money n*gga, don’t use the card, or keep a tab
Before I leave my f*cking house, grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check (Squad)

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
My foreign car painted flat black (Turn Up)
My girl hopped out ass fat (Damn)
Paparazzi keep flashing pictures (Flocka)
Broke n*ggas looking wanna be these n*ggas (pus*y)
4 grams in my Backwood (I’m smoking)
Millionaire n*gga still keep it hood (Riverdale)
Pay the extra 60 for that steel hood
Phantom ghost got a n*gga living good (Turn up)
(Turn up)
I bet your b*tch want a n*gga
(Hey come here shawty)
I bet she wanna f*ck a n*gga
(Hey come here shawty)
Never be a broke n*gga (Hell naw)
She like "f*ck gold!" shawty she a platinum digga
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
50k for a show and my n*ggas sellin’ swag
She's a red bottom b*tch Versace shirt, Birkin bag
I'm a get money n*gga, don’t use the card, or keep a tab
Before I leave my f*cking house, grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
50k for a show and my n*ggas sellin’ swag
She's a red bottom b*tch Versace shirt, Birkin bag
I'm a get money n*gga, don’t use the card, or keep a tab
Before I leave my f*cking house, grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
(Squad)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane I’m the f*cking man, pocket full of Xan
Put them grands on a n*gga Grands, change a n*gga plans
If you steal or don't keep it real, chopping off your hands
A million grams, I’mma try to cram in a minivan
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 terrorists in from Sudan
If you thinking you gon’ take my grams I’mma change your plan
You in a jam pus*y n*gga, but I just came from Japan
I'm making fans off of growing weed super duper strand
I heard the fam', they jumped on your man and your n*gga ran
Flockaveli you know that’s my man, call Decatur Dan
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
50k for a show and my n*ggas sellin’ swag
She's a red bottom b*tch Versace shirt, Birkin bag
I'm a get money n*gga, don’t use the card, or keep a tab
Before I leave my f*cking house, grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check (Squad)
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