Gucci Mane - Stoned Lyrics Ft. Waka Flocka

Gucci Mane - Stoned Ft. Waka Flocka

Catch up, catch up,
She stoned, she stoned, she gonna … patroon
I gave that bitch a hundred dollars just to leave me lone
Girl … more bottles up and she can keep the chase up
Your mama switching by my sexy she want me to chase her, no
Wasted on … but I'm losing my patience
I'm telling her to go and leave but all I hope is haters
And … stone, I'ma roll the stone
Waka … so you know I roll the throne
Shawty in the zone, … with the …
Every nigger in the club tryin' to take her home
Shawty in the zone, … with the …
And every player in the club tryin' to take her home

Hey, let's get stoned, I'm so stoned
Like Fred Flintstone I got a partner named barney and he keep me in the zone
The whole club stoned, the whole world stoned
Let you know we bout the party that we just got home
Hey let's get stoned ,
Like Fred Flintstone I got a partner named barney and he keep me in the zone
The whole club stoned, the whole world stoned
Let you know we bout the party that we just got home

… hoopies in the air, put your lighters in the air if you're tryin' to get stoned
Tonight I'm putting on I swear to god I survive
Yes I am that high, yes I'm stoned
Drinkin' on … wine liquor, Gucci pass the …
I don't do no swishers

White yellow stones, white red stones
… money long … music on the
Stone cold … c buster stunner, every parts are made of gold
Stone in my zone hater leave me alone, I'm gone
… in the air, screamin' as I yell,

Hey, let's get stoned, I'm so stoned
Like Fred Flintstone I got a partner named barney and he keep me in the zone
The whole club stoned, the whole world stoned
Let you know we bout the party that we just got home
Hey let's get stoned ,
Like Fred Flintstone I got a partner named barney and he keep me in the zone
The whole club stoned, the whole world stoned
Let you know we bout the party that we just got home

We in the zone, … down, screaming I'm stoned
White … martin can't drink patroon, lost my keys I can't even make it home
Everybody in here gone…stone
My dogs just came home, roll out the dirty …
Thinking it's … drinking that …patroon
It's over, I'm loaded, we toasted, we …

Hey, let's get stoned, I'm so stoned
Like Fred Flintstone I got a partner named barney and he keep me in the zone
The whole club stoned, the whole world stoned
Let you know we bout the party that we just got home
Hey let's get stoned ,
Like Fred Flintstone I got a partner named barney and he keep me in the zone
The whole club stoned, the whole world stoned
Let you know we bout the party that we just got home.

Waka Flocka Flame - G Check Lyrics

Waka Flocka Flame - G Check (Ft. YG, & Joe Moses)

I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check
Ran up on this nigga, finna check the boy status
Look him right up in his eyes like, nigga where you from?
Who yo big homie? What block you niggas bang?
Who you know up on that yard, talkin' real big homies.
Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies
You fuckin' with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me
I'm from west side (?), west side (?)
God bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies,
I'm taking niggas flags, you better leave the spot
For all niggas on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops,
Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then,
I ain't give my name for free, fuck I had to get it in

I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check

Nigga frontin', I'm hit him up,
Nigga what, we can get em up
Pussy niggas aint real as us
Just like a candle I lit em up
Always talking that tough shit
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
Choppers loading up, niggas folding up,
Superman couldn't duck this,

(?), big boss, VL is all I know,
Catch ya in that field hoe,
Steamers rolling up real slow
Niggas breaking out scared as fuck,
Tuck and tail, you a man or what?
I ain't think so, cock and squeeze I'm dropping everything standing up
Lay down and get laid down,
40 cal and they came down
What you claim, better say it now,
Got a gun better spray it now
Oh you will get your ass knocked off with the (?),
Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce

I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check

It's money over everything,
Five, four wedding rings,
Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game
B's up what it do,
5-0-5-2,
37-62, (?) is like a fucking zoo,
Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG's,
AK-a chopper nigga, silence when that chopper squeeze,
Fuck em Waka Flocka all out it's like the new mob,
When we say fuck em new west, this is Brick Squad,
Down like I'm 'posed to be, niggas don't get close to me,
I'm blood and bitch this blood's on the set, this how it supposed to be,
We thuggin bitch, we supposed to beef,
We killin' shit, you supposed to grieve,
Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (hahahaha)

I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
G Check
I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
G Check

Waka Flocka - Grove St. Party Lyrics

Waka Flocka - Grove St. Party

[Waka Flocka]

Grovvvvvve Grovvvvve Streeeeettttt.....FLOCKA!

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flock Flame]

I step in the club, rollin on that loud shit
My weed keep your security saying be quiet
My bread startin a riot, your girl getting excited
hold on wanna try it, I'm like why not try it
My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it
club going stupid, when I Oh Lets do it
Chu ain't gotta chew it, juking and she moving
Grove street villain nigga who you killin?
Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million
Jacksons to the ceiling that's how we ballin
You know that I'm rollin
Throwing up the mean bread
Now I'm bout to meet her in the club with a heater

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Kebo Gotti]

A party ain't a party til I walk in it
Lime green flap match the fitted and the linen
Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted

Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinnin
I'm rollin like a mothafucka I'm a roll out in this motherfucker
Ima roscoe dash it ima bout to show out in this mothafucka
My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothafucka
Ay flocka get them burners lets pull out in this mothafucka
Ay mothafucka what the hell is you rockin for run up on me and my squad
No that shouldn't be an option so
Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go
This is grove street party safe niggas hit the exit door

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]

Rollin on them leaves, you can do the lean
Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back
The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not duckin that
Please step the fuck back, grove street yes we are back
Hood plus I'm a nigger rich, every ghetto feeling this
20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect
20 fucking 10 ima blow the whole check
In the club flex, after party flex, you know how we ball, all I know is ball
Every dollar in my pocket ima spend it all, when a nigga die they gon say shawty raw

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

Waka Flocka - No Hands Lyrics

Waka Flocka - No Hands

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Waka;Verse 1:]
(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Whoa, Whoa)
All that ass
In yo jeans
Can Wale be
Can Roscoe scheme
Long hair she don't care
When she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow-bone
DJ this my favorite song
So I'ma make it thunderstorm
Bud, want it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it i dont care
Chests' flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh
I'm drinkin', help can't you tell
Booze help me hit them 15 steps[?]
I'm fuckin', well i'm tryna hit the hotel
With 2 girls that swallow me
Take this dick while i'm swallow[?]
Moscato got her freaky
Aye you got me in a trance
Please take off yo pants
Pussy pop on her handstand
You got me sweatin'
Please pass me a fan damn!

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Wale;Verse 2:]
(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma no hands
She said look ma no hands
And no darling I don't dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think i deserve a chance
I'm a bad mothafucka
Go and ask some mothafuckas
A young handsome mothafucka
I sling that wood
I just nunchuck 'em
And who you wit,
And what's yo name,
And you not hear boo, I'm Wale
And that D.C. shit I rep all day
And, my eyes red cuz of all that haze
Don't blow my high
Let me shine
Drumma on the beat
Let me take my time
Nigga want beef we can take it outside
Fight for what broad
These hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind
You out yo league
I sweat no bitches
Just sweat out weaves
Where our tracks
Let me do my thing
I got 16, for this Roscoe thing
But, i'm almost done
Let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud
And a little backwood
Whole lotta money
Big tip I would
I put her on the train
Little engine could, bitch

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Roscoe;Verse 3:]
(Roscoe Dash, let's go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. shawty put it on me
I be goin' ham
Shawty upgrade from baloney
Them niggas tippin' good
Girl but I can make it flood
Cuz I walk around
With pockets that are bigger than my bus
Rain, rain go away
That's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload
My reign never evaporates
No need to eleberate
Most of these ducks exaggerate
But, i'ma get money nigga
Everyday stuntin' nigga
Ducks might get a chance after me
Bitch i'm ballin'
Like i'm comin' off of free throws
Cuz the head of the game
No cheat codes
Lambo, Roscoe
No street code
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go
G-gon' and do yo dance
And, i'ma throw this money
While you do it wit no hands
(I'm gone!)

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way your booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash