J Well - Waka Flocka Flame

I said I’m balling like I’m J. Well

I said I’m balling like I’m J. Well

Bitch I’m balling like I’m J. Well

I’m a get money nigga, it ain’t hard to tell

I said I’m balling like I’m J. Well

Bitch I’m balling like I’m J. Well

Bitch I’m balling like I’m J. Well

I’m a get money nigga, it ain’t hard to tell

I’m from River-River-Riverdale

This the land of the lost, welcome to hell

Middle finger cops, fuck jail

I’m shooting back nigga, it ain’t hard to tell

What the fuck you trying to sell youngin?

I got weed, I got molly’s and them nigga’s gunnin'

Disrespect the Squad, you know the youngin’s comin'

Twenty grand flat, then the gon' check in

No disrespecting

Finger fuck Nina, watch her have an erection

President of clay county nigga, death till my coming

Holding all elections

Waka Flocka in this mother fucker

Fuck your baby sister and your baby mother

I’m a get money young nigga

Factories on the Phantom Ghost, no rims nigga

Diamonds in my mouth, no golds nigga

Under pressure, I won’t fold nigga

OK, that’s what they want

Bust a couple of bottles, roll a couple blunts

OK, that’s what they want

Hit the club in the parking lot, I live to stunt

I’m balling like I’m J. Well

Finesse her for a brick, serve a gummy bear

He said he looking for the just milf

Call my nigga diego, tell him bring 10 hoes

My boys they go crazy, no ballsaw

Just park the fucking molly by the blastout

3 shows for 1 do’s that’s a slamdunk

Hit the club, make the frat boys fist bump

Snap back’s and Ray Ban’s, courtesy of Slim Dunk'

All I know is keep it real, my money running up, Flocka