Triple F Life [Clean]

Pay for what, girl you better pay for this dick
She the type to fall for two Zans in an outfit
I'm with the Zans crew, so it's hunneds on the floor
My hoes is off in the mo, I be balling hoe

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Okay, uh, flex, these hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them
These hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them

I don't like your kid, you a boogie hoe
All in my face like a groupie hoe
Can't do one girl need a group of hoe
She a fool when she on that pole
Break it down, drop it low
Clap that, do it slow
Ran out of ones I'ma order some mo
Shawty got good friends on her honor roll
And … with moves like that no, girl you a pro
Hundred bands in my pocket, just to let you know
I'm too turnt, everything's a go
What it's gonna be, what it's gonna cost
Everything's on me, my god believe
We're bricksquad monopoly

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Okay, uh, flex, these hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them
These hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them

I stay flexin iced out with a bank roll
Drunk as fuck everything's slow mo
Black girls, white girls at my show
Even got latin girls in the front row
Throwin' Throwin' Throwing dough
Throwing dough, Throwin' dough
Throwin'g dough, Throwin' dough
Bitch I said Throwing stacks
Flocka, her hair long and her ass fat
She screaming broke niggas that way
Where the ballers at, fuck her all night
And never call her back
Homerun the pussy every time I swing my bat
Squad, and if it's good I'ma double-back
Desperately I need some Zans, where my da-da at
Squad, if it's good, I'ma double-back
Flocka, desperate needs for them Zans, where my Da-Da at

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok
Okay, uh, flex, these hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them
These hoes, we done run through them
Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them.

[Chorus]
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Yeah standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care

Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches yelling it
Thugged out rich as hell plus I'm throwing dick
Drunk as shit, everywhere I go I'm yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
Throwing money in the air fuck it I don't care
50 for the ear rings that's 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne independence day
I ain't really want yo number yo friend look better anyway

[Chorus]

Gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I'm swaggin on the sofa
I be so reckless, spend a hundred thou on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
Bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there nigga I ain't never scared

[Chorus]

[Repeat: x2]
I see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
Mean mug them back yellin out I'm gettin cake

10, 000 worth of ones on the way, he ain't playin with
A check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
She left with me, uh interception
He saying he gon' kill me when he catch me but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care

[Chorus]

I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things blam
Let them things blam, let them things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things blam
My chopper filled up, let them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin, sellin weed
Shootouts, and some ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of sound

Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock

Won't stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get mollywopped
Leave my shawty off the top
I'm about a check
See my young niggas love to flex
Strapped up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, where you from shawty throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect
Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it cannot jam

Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in this Benz
50 rounds in this mac
I put a price on your head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas don't want no war
Y'all niggas don't want my goons
Came around by your front door
But that hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round like you got shit
Had my niggas all in your crib
You runnin round like you got bricks
Most niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on this side
Niggas shoot like Dirk do
Every nigga that's 'round me get real money and merk too

Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock