waka flocka flame – 3 gold chains lyrics
[hook: waka flocka]
all these presidents my pocket like the white house
i’m the type of n-gga n-ggas read about
i get cake, cake, cake like rihanna n-gga
getting to this cash what my life about
3 gold chains like i’m dealing dope
off the weed game just listen, i’ll show you the ropes
ain’t nothing worse than being broke
i know the f-cking feeling
i’m a rich n-gga tryna touch a another million
[verse 1: waka flocka]
vacuum seals and scales are my best friends
trap money, f-cking b-tches and they best friends
rap money, f-cking groupies in the west end
tryna jack, catch the lad like he zeppelin
i came up off the shake, i ain’t talking harlem
ballin off trees feel, like i’m james harden
i’m known to sell out, like the garden n-gga
these yellow diamonds on my wrist, like a tape of caution
tell my brother, i am on my way to cut some more gr-ss
my worst fear in life, is have no cash
ain’t no feeling on earth, like being broke, n-gga
ain’t no trees, then i will sell a fiend soap, n-gga
[hook: waka flocka]
[verse 2: waka flocka]
i want it all, money tall, like dwight howard
wrist glish sh-t, looking like a light tower
new coupe, white paint, like a brick of powder
can probably shop for red bottoms, soul search you, like i am on a browser
loud on-deck, i got the charger power
make a k!lling off of trees, i should send some flowers
bands in my pocket, like maroon 5
so f-ck ya twelve dollars and fifty cents an hour
i came up, and so-called friends looking sour
jealous n-ggas make me sick, call them alfalfa
black diamonds in my chain, yeah the piece malcolm
so many presidents, i need a fourth hand to count them
[hook: waka flocka]
[verse 2: troy ave]
it’s troy ave aka harry powder n-gga
gold chains, cocaine, pay for hours n-gga
drug dealer love scrilla
gotta keep it real
got a a couple of rollies
i don’t need to eat a pill
still popping though
east coast popping flow
came from the bottom flow
now i’m here got it show
everybody who ain’t help my -ss can kiss
8 hundred on my belt still sagging b-tch
picking up the bread
count before we pop
boy we show the gang tryna out them in the lobby
always on the side guess he in mine too cause i’m in jail
every thing i talk the truth
mothaf-cker
[hook: waka flocka]
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