Waka Flocka Flame — Hi-Jackin Planez

[Verse 1] Is it me or I'm tripping? Them folks on my phone When I talk, I hear echoes in the background, homes Looked out my window, seen a black Tahoe Dark tint, two guys, two black suits They say I'm wanted for third degree swag Drop twenty in Louis, another thirty in Gucci Saks Fifth Shawty all I do is shop Rollie on my left wrist would make a nigga jaw drop Brick Squad Monopoly, this is it The way the girl lockjawing dick, she's like a fucking pit They say life's a bitch, so I'm fingerfucking it With a finger condom on 'cause I don't trust shit [Chorus] Put your lighters in the air, put your red cups up Blowing Backwoods back to back, I'm fucked up Hijacking planes, three years in the game Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothing really changed Bitches on my dick, cell phone keeps jumping Police out the window, man, they think a nigga hustling I'ma keep grinding, I'ma keep grinding I'ma keep grinding, I'ma keep grinding [Verse 2] You want me for a feature? That's one brick Shows going for two bricks, told her snort it off my dick All I know is grind, go get it with it You can tell we them bangers soon as I pulled down the brim Where I'm from, niggas rob their kin You can't even trust a bitch or your best friend Riverdale, nigga, this like Compton Our pistols always barking, my nigga, we get it popping You can feel the tension soon as I walk in the building 'Rarri sit low to the Earth, call it caterpilling I'ma keep it grinding, nigga, don't stop In this industry, lames get all the credit [Chorus] Put your lighters in the air, put your red cups up Blowing Backwoods back to back, I'm fucked up Hijacking planes, three years in the game Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothing really changed Bitches on my dick, cell phone keeps jumping Police out the window, man, they think a nigga hustlinh I'ma keep grinding, I'ma keep grinding I'ma keep grinding, I'ma keep grinding [Verse 3] I don't care 'bout no "he say, she say" Chase this money, love dineros like my fucking DJ Lap full of weed, riding on the freeway Y'all niggas industry, I do this shit the G way I'm a boss, pussy nigga, 'bout that gun play Self-made, triple B's, nigga, all day Can't do it with the Glock, then get my brother K All white diamonds on my neck, call it Lisa Raye I'ma be okay, I don't need too much Just a red cup and one vanilla Dutch Put your lighters in the air if you're fucked up Flocka give three fucks, Remy Martin, pour me up [Chorus] Put your lighters in the air, put your red cups up Blowing Backwoods back to back, I'm fucked up Hijacking planes, three years in the game Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothing really changed Bitches on my dick, cell phone keeps jumping Police out the window, man, they think a nigga hustlinh I'ma keep grinding, I'ma keep grinding I'ma keep grinding, I'ma keep grinding [Outro] Waka Flocka, nigga Ain't no blackballing me, nigga Flocka Grinding, I'ma keep grinding I'ma keep grinding, fuck nigga [?]