Where It At - Waka Flocka Flame

I don’t care about no he say, she say\nChase this money, love dinero like my fucking dj\nKick his door off the henges, lay it down\nHeard you got that work, in this house, lay it down\nNobody move, everybody on the ground\nAnd if a nigga act crazy, brains on the ground, motherfucker\nNigga, where the cash at, where the cash at\nNigga, where the cash at, I need all of that\nNigga, where the cash at, where the cash at\nNigga, where the cash at, I need all of that\nHow the fuck a soldier broke with a loaded pistol\nHope them goonies get you when them hollows hit you\nThe a squads they miss I bet my youngings hit you\nI’m from playing county, bitch I want the issue\nFuck the police, fuck the police\nI say it 2 times, all I know is grind\nBitch I gotta shine, crime pays\nYou couldn’t walk a half of mile in these cool plays\nDark ray ban shades, I’m like fuck a hater\nHit a lick, hit a lick, stack this fucking paper\nAmfens stay right by me, I call it my neighbor\nPlayin county, waka flame I’m the fucking man\nKick his door off the henges, lay it down\nHeard you got that work, in this house, lay it down\nNobody move, everybody on the ground\nAnd if a nigga act crazy, brains on the ground, motherfucker\nNigga, where the cash at, where the cash at\nNigga, where the cash at, I need all of that\nNigga, where the cash at, where the cash at\nNigga, where the cash at, I need all of that\nPow, pow, pow, pow, pow, bitch I’m bustin at em\nOut lace I’m bustin at em, no talking, send them youngins at em\nOnly got one so we in his house\nNiggas know I got a pistol in his mouth\nFuck nigga where the work at\nYou a lame nigga, don’t deserve that\nDon’t cooperate, that’s a dirt nap\nWhole house I’m a sorry stack\nFuck, where the pounds and the t shirts at\nThis one man I did it for the track\nMan the male lookin back, talk around the bullseye nigga get crack\nWhat if a d bow act, maybay, keep a\nI’m thinking it, with a bitch I feel like diego\nFat boy swag like my nigga new\nGully boy for life call me rulee\nYou know my crew go hard, this we gonn rep.\nKick his door off the henges, lay it down\nHeard you got that work, in this house, lay it down\nNobody move, everybody on the ground\nAnd if a nigga act crazy, brains on the ground, motherfucker\nNigga, where the cash at, where the cash at\nNigga, where the cash at, I need all of that\nNigga, where the cash at, where the cash at\nNigga, where the cash at, I need all of that.