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Waka Flocka Flame

"3 AM"

[Intro]
Salute Me Or Shoot Me Volume 7

[Chorus]
Young n*gga hustle for there son and daughter
Don't make me call Waka flocka for them choppas
Any n*gga got a problem we got problems
I’m play it cool only when that money calling
That money calling, that money calling
Bricks came in you know we balling

[Verse 1]
Bust open the rapper break it down it fall in shape
Put it in a pot watch how quick that sh*t cake
61 grams to a whole one ten had to get that sh*t again caught it on the first spin
Shawty want it tan said he don't want it white
Can't even lie live my life off the white
Coca coca Coca Cola baking soda baking soda
Please grab a box before you pass the store
I’m just tryna get a millions dollars of that yay
Last n*gga tried had to pop him in his face
Usually I don't wear my jewelry I had to flood the bezzel
Had to cut you and your partners off your dog was telling
n*ggas snitching on my dog
We can't wait to ride on y'all
Whole hundred soldiers in the motherf*cking trap wit me
You ain't got no pistol on you dog you in the wrong business
n*ggas coming up missing every got damn day
I can't even leave I just f*cked a brick of yay

[Chorus]
Young n*gga hustle for there son and daughter
Don't make me call Waka flocka for them choppas
Any n*gga got a problem we got problems
I'm play it cool only when that money calling
That money calling, that money calling
Bricks came in you know we balling

[Verse 2]
We on that disrespectful gang sh*t take a n*gga chain sh*t
This one for the dope boys cook a whole brick right in your face sh*t
f*ck this industry because the streets gone embrace it
15k for some sneakers ruin human races
I don’t trust sh*t but the green I’m a racist
My team stick to the basics
You a real n*gga I'm a real n*gga
You a rap n*gga imma street n*gga
You gave your life to god I gave it to the streets n*gga
Money calling like a side piece
I got Damus riding west to East
Plus I made it off this music sh*t so you know I’m lit
My way you know I'm having it you know I know you counterfeit
Riding wit it crazy shawty got me on some trapping sh*t
In the stash house hours pass by we still counting it
You a whole hoe don't act surprise that's why them candles lit
Clayton county shawty keep a cannon like a camera man

[Chorus]
Young n*gga hustle for there son and daughter
Don’t make me call Waka flocka for them choppas
Any n*gga got a problem we got problems
I'm play it cool only when that money calling
That money calling, that money calling
Bricks came in you know we balling

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