That Make Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Chaz Gotti] Yeah, man (This beat is so, so Metro) Haha Squad, Squad, Squad, Squad [Chorus: Chaz Gotti] I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I ain't gotta talk about money Bitch, I look like a check (Uh) Bossed up, got my own shit, put them big diamonds on my neck (V-V's) Put two bands on my feet (Turn up) Foreign cars when I drive (Voom) Five star when I eat And I'll never tell like I'm Meech (Squad) Street nigga like Pootie Tang (You know) I'm a real nigga with a diamond chain You a walking lick with a diamond chain (Hahaha) Shoot more bullets than a gun range (Squad) BSM the new Wu-Tang (Squad) Kicking game like Liu Kang You saving hoes like Bruce Wayne I'm a rockstar like Sugar Shane You don't run the streets like you bro's paint (Nah) I could help your future like propane Money insane in the membrane, blowing Mary Jane Bitch with me, it's a hurrichain Nothing to me, too much jewelry, no worries I shoot good, I keep racks and I'm far from scary Waka Flocka, flex [Chorus: Chaz Gotti] I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha [Verse 2: Chaz Gotti] I'm still the man in my city Diamonds dancing like Diddy My bitch nasty like Kimmy Pockets big like Biggie Should've never fucked with Molly That bitch ain't shit Got me in the club trippin' like a bitch Like sloppy jaw, but I'm neat Like classy bitches that freak Cars I ride be tinted Swear I'm so authentic Take a piss, it's a gold mine, my shit twenty-four karats Ain't no wings in my jet, no, I can't wear it I can't wear it, no, I can't wear it Hundred thousand dollar car, I can't steer it Love flexin' in the club, why they staring? Young nigga taking over and we ain't sharing [Chorus: Chaz Gotti] I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha