Waka Flocka Flame — Where It At

[Intro] I don't care about no he say, she say Chase this money, love dinero like my fucking DJ [Hook] Kick his door off the hinges, lay it down Heard you got that work in this house, lay it down Nobody move, everybody on the ground And if a nigga act crazy, brains on the ground Nigga, where the cash at? Where the cash at? Nigga, where the cash at? I need all of that Nigga, where the cash at? Where the cash at? Nigga, where the cash at? I need all of that [Verse 1] How the fuck a soldier broke with a loaded pistol? Hope them goonies get you and those hollows hit you If our squads miss, I bet my youngins' hit you I'm from Clayton County, bitch, I want the issue Fuck the police, fuck the police I say it two times, all I know is grind Bitch I gotta shine, crime pays You couldn't walk half a mile in these Cool Greys Dark Rayban shades, I'm like fuck a hater Hit a lick, hit a lick, stack this fucking paper Amphins stay right by me, I call it my neighbor Clayton County, Waka Flame, I'm the fucking mayor [Hook] Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bitch I'm busting at 'em Out lace I'm busting at 'em, No talking, send them youngins' at 'em Heard he got work so we in his house Niggas know I got a pistol in his mouth Fuck nigga, where the work at? You a lame nigga, you don't deserve that Don't cooperate? That's a dirt nap Whole house, I'mma search that Where the pounds and the t-shirts at? This one, man, I did it for the trap Man the male lookin back Talk around the bullseye nigga get crack Where the fuck D-Bo at? Dae Dae keep him strapped I'm thinking it, with a bitch I feel like Diego Fat boy swag like my nigga Gotti boy for life call me roulette You know my crew go hard These streets we gon' rep [Hook]