Call Waka (feat. Cartel MGM, La Chat & Gucci Mane)

Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Waka, look
Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Waka, look

Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka

Ripping through the tape in the black in a

All I see is cocaine money coming through
Pyrex pot make you do what it do

Re-rock the work, make one into two
Cartel got goons trapping out the backdoor
18 For a deuce, 35 for a four
My bitch get mad 'cause she cooking all the time
Check the work out, then my bitch get a line
Million dollar bell in, always stay ringing
Dope so good, got the J's always singing
What the fuck you want, shawty, dealing on a sale
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Cartel

Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka

Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Waka, look

Selling weed and crack, boy, a nigga can't you tell?
Made my first ten thousand with a pocket scale
Hooked up with Cartel, now I got it by the bail
What we for, shawty? (Cutthroat River)
Where them niggas gangbang, roll dice, and smoke kush
And these boys got power like they George Bush
In the trap with some Mary and cocaine
Them boys say they jacking, tell them we on the same thing

Still the same nigga, ain't shit changed
They think I won't come back and blow out his brain
You fuck with Cartel, better yet M.G.M
Kinto, Psycho, Grell, that's my partner them

Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka

Yeah, yeah
I chief up the reefer, I blows up that dro so
I sip on that lean though, I pops all them rolls though
I, I get so high, bitch, I, I cannot lie, bitch
I'm proper Superman and I believe that I can fly, bitch

I, I gotta take a smoke, I take a pull and I inhale it
I don't fuck with that baby jack shit
I don't want it if I can't smell it
What the fuck you smoking on? What the fuck you drinking on?
I'm smoking on Fruit Loop and I chase it down with Goose and 'Trón
And I'm with that hustling shit, I pop a roll and trap all night
I'm thinking for the fives and the tens
And the twenties to get my money right
I keep that green and dro, green and dope that make you choke
And I keep that ice and white, that white that make you rob your ho

Lil Jack that high bitch, promethazine with codeine
Mix it with some yellow and some red, yeah, I'm a dope fiend

Yeah, I'm gon' keep it real, I get so high, I'm full of the pills
It's something that you gon' have to
Try to find out how I feel, I'm high

Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka
Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka
Tell her call Waka