All I Know

Lyrics

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Buck down, buck down, buck down You don't wanna get drug down, drug down, drug down So motherfucker won't you calm down, calm down, calm down Buck nigga lights so dumb now, dumb now, dumb now, Waka Flocka All I know, All I know, All I Know [Verse 1: Soulja Boy & Lil B] Tell me why a nigga hit the club super deep Screaming SODMG, Brick Squad 1017 Just like my little brother birthday, 1017 Smokin' hella fuckin' purp since 1017 Aw it's a new day, bitch, now we run the game A.T.L. stand the fuck up, bitch I'm screamin' out Money Gang All y'all motherfuckin' niggas is lame I'll pull that tech, put that shit to your neck SOD Gang in this motherfuckin' club All y'all lame niggas show motherfuckin' respect, SOULJA! Damn, Soulja Boy, Waka Flocka, y'all be swaggin' Pull off in that Lambo and that car look like a dragon Eighty for a show, pussy nigga, mane, what's happenin'? My jeans cost thirty thousand dollars and they saggin' Shout out to my nigga Gucci, we about to shoot a movie Shout out to my nigga Holiday, we 'bout them fuckin' groupies Word around town, I am on deck Soulja Boy Tell'em, he cashed that check With the stacks, and the racks, and the goons And the brand new album comin' soon, bitch Sweep it like a broom, bitch [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & Lil B] Buck down, buck down, buck down You don't wanna get drug down, drug down, drug down So motherfucker won't you calm down, calm down, calm down Buck nigga lights so dumb now, dumb now, dumb now, Waka Flocka All I know, All I know, All I Know (Swag) [Verse 2: Lil B] Tiny jeans, nigga, and I comes with the chopper Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like they father Westside, nigga, Donald Trump's be my father Rich young nigga and I smokes like a rasta Iced out ring, make that bitch wanna slobber Cheese like that nachos, damn, I need an Oscar Bitches on my dick, they drink Based God like Odwalla Fuck my main broad and I might just go and rob her Pretty Boy Swag, your bitch like Cousin Skeeter Young Based God came straight with the heater Iced out bitch, homerun like Derek Jeter Your ho talkin' down, I'm Chris Brown, so I beat her Ask about my Visa, bitch, smoke this reefer Young Based God, cost forty for the feature AK-47 leave your ass like my reefer West Berkley niggas, waterfront through your speakers, rich nigga [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Buck down, buck down, buck down You don't wanna get drug down, drug down, drug down So motherfucker won't you calm down, calm down, calm down Buck nigga lights so dumb now, dumb now, dumb now, Waka Flocka All I know, All I know, All I Know