Money Maker

I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes

You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die

From my mama to my friends, I'ma fucking ride

I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify

Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers

If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer

Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother

Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherfucker

Green diamond-ass bird, I'm watch me swerve

Niggas slick talking, hating on me, tell them watch the work

Offset rims and candy paint, I used to get it off the curb

And a hand trick, I told you I'm about that, shawty, that's my word

To the West Coast, Midwest, and East Coast

Down South to New York, outlined in chalk

Yodi got the 40, my little bousin on it

Red Range, I'm storming, that's a woman

They say a nigga gangsta, I'm rapping like Eazy-E

They say a nigga gangsta, I'm rapping like Gucci

They say a nigga gangsta 'cause all I do is hang with hood niggas

Waka Flocka Flame, you can call me that young rich nigga

I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes

You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die

From my mama to my friends, I'ma fucking ride

I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify

Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers

If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer

Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother

Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherfucker

I'm in the studio, smoking blunts, reading Corner Store

But at the corner store, a nigga's selling onions, bowl

I used to trap, but I never pushed the blocks

Clayton County, Riverdale, ask about that block

Back then, bro trying to push a vick of coke

White folks want me dead, hanging by a rope

I gotta lead my generation, call me Flocka Pope

Disrespect Bricksquad, then I'm looking for the scope

I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes

You could tell I'm swagging, you gon' motherfucking die

Put that shit on Blood, you gon' motherfucking die

When my little brother died, I ain't motherfucking cry

I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes

You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die

From my mama to my friends, I'ma fucking ride

I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify

Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers

If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer

Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother

Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherfucker

Dear Lord, why these niggas hating?

Dear Lord, why these niggas Flocka-hating?

I'm just trying to get some money, trying to run my bands up

fucking robbery, shawty, put your hands up

If you fucking with me, smoking thug with me

Flocka jumped out the pot, that at sever

I swear to keep it three hundred if I go to Heaven

Big ass rims on the Chevy, got the hoes chewing

33 inch rims, I'm riding Patrick Ewing

"Flocka, what you doing?" Keeping it hood, nigga

"Flocka, what you moving?" A little wraps, nigga

I'm a money maker, you could see it in my eyes

You could tell by my swag, try me, you might die

From my mama to my friends, I'ma fucking ride

I'm from the 'Dale, dear Lord, this my testify

Known in Atlanta for going hard and shooting hammers

If I lie in my raps, lock me in the slammer

Raised by a woman, no daddy, dead brother

Waka Flocka Flame, a stupid ass motherfucker