Waka Flocka Flame — Move That Dope Ft. Gunplay & Master Solo

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] They don’t call us like that You’re calling names I’ve been rich, homie, some type of way I’m stove top, y’all microwave Take my time, so respect the grind You’ve seen the threats, my set’ll ride either you’re tellin’ lies Or you’re fakin’ , nigga I’m getting love, you’e hatin’ , nigga I’ve seen you shows They’re fake , nigga I won’t wait on And I can give a fuck of somebody’s feelin’ I got wroth a play I got worth a play Hush nigga You’ll lean one day I’m an underpaid, don’t turn away Let’s box it out, I’ll beat your ass I see the snakes, I like the grass Hit the strip stack the cash Count the money, do the math I’m too cool For this round up I’m too real, too cool for rap [Verse 2: Gunplay] Belaire, D'usse, don't care what you say I be bombing on drama like Saddam Hussein Big body black Benz hogging two lanes Big, lack heat hot as two blue flames Young nigga move that dope Nigga, move that hard, nigga, move that soft Nigga, move that raw, nigga, get that off Pushers be pushing, dealers be slanging Banana clip on the bottom of the stick hanging And I'm riding with that thing too, show you what my name do Took a rough left quicker than I came through Living legend in the kitchen chefing While the sunlight bouncing off my wrist and Chevy Thug nigga, drug dealer, none realer, they just rebels I'm the entrée, main course, they just samples Two dice, three dice, major gambles Woodgrain in the whip like it came with campers [Verse 3: Master-Solo] You can't come across this Shit's fucking awesome when i toss this Straight from the underground Who's the boss of the crown? Late to back down, should've lay no plate Don't play, straight beat down I represent all the wack MCs to jump straight off the fucking valley