Killa Man - Waka Flocka Flame, Zeus

My flag Waka Flocka, I be flamed up

She say I throw my money with so much anger

Reckless eyeballs in the club, middlefinger

Blowin' kush, I’m the nigga, fuck a hater

Watch cost 30, bracelet cost 40

Chain cost a 100, man, I ball all year

You just ball for a weekend, shit, my nigga, I’m treatin'

What yo' bitch drinkin'?

I bet her pussy leakin'

I’ll turn a nun out, I’ll have her freakin'

These ex pills got me sweatin', God damn a nigga rollin'

If she look, she tooken, nigga, you know the rules

These bitches love my swag, thank you, Pro Tools

My bankroll too big for a rubberband

Car load, trunk load, full of kilograms

Kingston killer, I don’t give a damn

Fuck around with my money, I’mma kill a man

Kill a man, me, I’mma kill a man

Brooklyn, Kingston, I’mma kill a man

A-Town niggas don’t give a damn

Fuck with my money, I’mma kill a man

Bankroll too big, can’t fold it up

All you fake rap niggas can’t fuck with us

Remy, peach Crush, my double cup — AK that choppa

Nigga, 5ive Mics and Waka, yeah, Zooly Gang is my shottas

Blood gang and I’m kingpin, A-Town and Kingston

I know murderers and killers, goons and gorillas

I’m worldwide but I’m certified, ho, Instagram my pictures

Uh, New York so what’s poppin'?

I’m racked up and I got it

Nigga, rob me, I got it, got a hundred rounds and I’m bout it

All I ever wanted was to make cake

You the nigga tryna flex in a fake chain

All I ever did was remain same

Yeah, I stayed true while you had to change, fool

Young god gon' get it when the fame due

Wit' the same crew, nah, we don’t hate you

You hate you knowing that you fake too

Now everybody sayin' that I made you