Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

Hard Work Pays Off

Hard work, nigga

I'm talking 'bout sweat, blood, tears, nigga

I'm talking 'bout you working so motherfucking hard that your feet work, nigga

Work so hard that your body gets weak, man

And your muscles get to hurting, man

Trap so hard, don't give a fuck that the police watching, man

Nigga, we go hard in the paint, nigga

Like, real talk, nigga, we work hard, nigga

What's up, Capp? What's up, J?

Nigga, we working hard, nigga

You know my boys going ham, nigga

12 might run, let's grind

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9

Crazy, crazy money put me in a psycho ward

26's got me sitting like a yacht, so hop aboard, hop aboard

Never bored, it's all work, no play

Strong K with a scope on it, I'll hit you from the long way

Go on and think I'm lying, but my dope hole like Pinocchio

Just sold him a dummy, got you for the okey-doke

Call me nachos, get my cheese and then I dip

Ain't no toilet by my ear, so baby, you can't tell me shit, bow!

Bitch, look at my chain, wow

Sparkle like some cider dust

Pupils white, biting down, scare you like the spider web

Boo! I apologize, but baby, you can't be my boo

I got too many hoes, so I simply got no time for you

that's all I care about, tell you the truth

Flyer than the fairy, but I'm after money, fuck a tooth

You can't help me get no dough? Sorry, I don't fuck with you

Niggas say they fuck with [?], who the fuck are you?

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9

The guap, the cheese, the bread, the dope

I'm hungry, starving, trying to get more

'Cause of money, money, money I'm running, running, running

She's calling my name, I'm coming, honey

I'ma marry her so I can call her mine

I think about that girl all the time

I have that dream 'bout dollar signs

Taliban strapped up like the Columbine

So you can't tell me shit, nigga

Right side, green flag, that's the clique, nigga

Word on the street that you got a brick, nigga

One phone call to the squad, that's it, nigga

They coming to take your shit

Tie you up and take your bitch

You love that hoe, we hate that bitch

Money make you go remake that shit

So all that flexing, boy, you better quit that

'Cause we'll snatch your chain and you won't get your shit back

Wet your block up, get your whole clique wet

Turn around, nigga, too late, click clack

Now everybody got something to talk about

Just like hoes, love to run their mouth

When I come around, better watch your mouth

Before I bust your ass in the whip while I drop you off

Some of y'all probably think a nigga popping

'Til a nigga pull out a pistol and start popping

Nigga get shot in the leg and start hopping

Nigga get shot in the head and start dropping

So if you got them, we coming 'cause we want it, nigga

Hit Squad and Brick Squad, them my homies, nigga

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9

I've always been Blood, Juaquin Malphurs, he a thug

I don't trust shit, so all I do is mean mug

Prices so high that I wish I had a plug

Get mud drug if you say, "Fuck Flocka"

Rolling off a yopper, parking lot chopper

Hundred round clip, everybody better dip

Blank out shawty, Brick Squad balling

Hoes keep calling and these fuck niggas stalling

Strip club tipping, location is Moreland

Me, J, and Capp down for a kidnap

You know Waka Flocka Flame, I don't always keep a strap

Down with my hood hoe, so fuck a Top Model

X pills and bottles, that's gon' make the hoe swallow

Trued up swag, Trued up shoes

Trued up jeans, you can call me Mr. Clean

Bright ass green diamonds got this young nigga shining

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9

Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga

All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga

Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs

Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9