50k (Remix) lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Squad!
(I'm drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost Uh!)

[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' schwag
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)
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' schwag
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 3: T.I.]
Dope boy fresh, hell on the scale, shorty
Trap n*gga ask Red Cross in Riverdale
b*tch I still run the South, got them mils at the house
Bunch a bad ass b*tches like to chill at the house
I dont f*ck with none of them suckers but they b*tches on my di*k
Got my youngin with my buss at anything I tell him hit
Bought my girl a .45, told her put it in her purse
Spent 350 on a vert, made a hundred for this verse
Told Flocka you can bring this sh*t in cash or in work
He brought twenty and a bag, I say f*ck it, that'll work
You don't want to be caught in my dope spot, n*gga
Talking 'bout your silly b*tch get you both shot, n*gga

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
50k for a show and my n*ggas sellin' schwag
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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