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Waka Flocka Flame


[Intro]
It's all about skrilla
It's all about cash
It's all about paper
It's all about weight

[Chorus]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white b*tch
I just turned your main b*tch to my side b*tch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain't out yet
(I don't know, damn)
It's all about money, it's all about cake
I'm getting too much, I keep a toothache
It's all about paper, and I'm super straight
Ain't getting no money then you in the way
It's all about money, it's all about cake
I'm getting too much, I keep a toothache
It's all about paper and I'm super straight

[Verse 1]
Riding in some foreign through Atlanta
Balmain jeans and Saint Laurent bandana
Why I sag so hard b*tch mind your manners
Excuse me I'm high as hell, b*tch mind your business
Was f*cked up, now I'm doing tremendous
We talkin' about money, you know I got plenty
All of my b*tches, they look like a vixen
All of my n*ggas trigger finger itchin'
I can't help it that I'm paid as f*ck and all of these n*ggas b*tches love me
I can't help I paid these b*tches no mind, and they still wanna f*ck me
Pull up, count the bread, and I'm gone
I'm getting money, I'm never at home
My little b*tch, she bad to the bone
Got dirty in my styrofoam
Fresh as f*ck like I'm going to the prom
Presidential, Obama on my arm
She get in my passenger seat, she gone
It's over, I won
[Chorus]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white b*tch
I just turned your main b*tch to my side b*tch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain't out yet
(I don't know, damn)
It's all about money, it's all about cake
I'm getting too much, I keep a toothache
It's all about paper, and I'm super straight
Ain't getting no money then you in the way
It's all about money, it's all about cake
I'm getting too much, I keep a toothache
It's all about paper and I'm super straight

[Verse 2]
It's all about dealing, it's all about weight
It ain't 'bout these b*tches, it's 'bout getting paid
It ain't about friends, it's all about cake
First they love you, then they hate
Out here in these streets ain't nobody straight
That fake sh*t I can't relate
I keep heat like MIA
And good weed just like LA
My lil thick b*tch call her bae
Boy I got more weight than you weigh
I got what I got cause I prayed
Guess what else I did, I prayed
Just got off the phone with god
And he said there's more on the way
Real n*gga 24/7, not every other day
I'm killing this sh*t
I'm killing this sh*t, counting millions and sh*t
Luxury living and sh*t
Counting and chilling and sh*t
Handling business and sh*t
Racks in the ceiling and sh*t
Why I got all this ice on me, because my traphouse lit
[Chorus]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white b*tch
I just turned your main b*tch to my side b*tch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain't out yet
(I don't know, damn)
It's all about money, it's all about cake
I'm getting too much, I keep a toothache
It's all about paper, and I'm super straight
Ain't getting no money then you in the way
It's all about money, it's all about cake
I'm getting too much, I keep a toothache
It's all about paper and I'm super straight
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