Fly sh*t lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Intro: Lloyd]
Young Lloyd
Aye Holiday we got one
Zone 6, East Atlanta stand up
Aye baby you know how much this motherf*ckin car cost?
Don't spill nothing in my sh*t

[Chorus: Lloyd]
I ain't makin' this sh*t up, ho I ain't Maybeline
I got some sh*t off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean
I told er cool it, please don't make a scene
Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me
She want that fly sh*t (fly sh*t, fly sh*t)
Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
Just remember you in my sh*t (my sh*t my sh*t)
If you don't like the rules then bye b*tch (bye b*tch, bye b*tch)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Higher than a pilot, fresher than a stylist
You a bad b*tch, I'm a take you to a island
Aggressive watch game, yeah my diamonds real violent
If you a grown lady then why you actin all childish?
Bought a new Bentley, I don't even gotta drive it
Parked outside so I jumped inside it
Lights frog-eyed'd, the seats cow hide'd
Private jet flying, smoking kush with the pilot
Head so good that it keeps me smiling
Forgiato rims so I keep on sliding
So icey boss so I keep on diamonds
And Too Short told me to keep on rhyming
2 Pac taught me to keep on riding
Biggie Smalls says yo mama be cryin
Owe me money and you keep on lyin
I'm a grab my gun, I'm a keep on firin
Ball so hard I can touch the sky
I can't even lie, I don't wear levi's
Goon came in and you took up yo chain
f*ck them n*ggas I'm a keep on mine
Your girl so fly and she gonna on wine
I ain't gonna tell you, n*gga one time
Slide in with me, you can come in free
Or you can stand and freeze in that long ass line
[Chorus: Lloyd]
I ain't makin' this sh*t up, ho I ain't Maybeline
I got some sh*t off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean
I told er cool it, please don't make a scene
Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me
She want that fly sh*t (fly sh*t, fly sh*t)
Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
Just remember you in my sh*t (my sh*t my sh*t)
If you don't like the rules then bye b*tch (bye b*tch, bye b*tch)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Riding down to crest and the Bentley Mulsanne
Little hand choppa and the big weed bong
Born by myself, I don't need no one
If you don't got no enemies, make you some
Sometime money can make you dumb
Money on yo head, better get yo gun
Broke ass n*gga can't even make bond
I don't trust that b*tch, money make er c*m
Flyin to the n*gga, tryna go to the prom
Smokin on kush like f*ck my lungs
None of these hoes can't meet my mom
At the end of the day you want a suck her son
Leather jacket on so I feel like Fonzi
I ain't never ever had so much fun
500$ gun and a million on jewels
And I wet yo ass up like you jumped in the pool
Feds wanna get me just like Ja Rule
Five bad b*tches, that's deja-vu
Wutchu gonna do with them scraps on you?
And kicks so fly, got a birds eye view
Gucci 2 times, 2 times times 2
All this money can't fit in these Tru's
This a T neck so my neck hurt too
But I pity the fool tryna try my crew
[Chorus: Lloyd]
I ain't makin' this sh*t up, ho I ain't Maybeline
I got some sh*t off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean
I told er cool it, please don't make a scene
Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me
She want that fly sh*t (fly sh*t, fly sh*t)
Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
Just remember you in my sh*t (my sh*t my sh*t)
If you don't like the rules then bye b*tch (bye b*tch, bye b*tch)
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