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Description
Featured Vocals: Roscoe Dash
Featured Vocals: Wale
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Executive Producer: Debra Antney
Recorded By: Dee Brown
Producer: Drumma Boy
Mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
Audio Recording Engineer: Finis "KY" White
Mixer: Finis "KY" White
Executive Producer: Waka Flocka Flame
Rapper Vocals: Waka Flocka Flame
Writer: C. Gholson
Writer: J. Johnson
Writer: J. Malphurs
Writer: O. Akintimehin
Lyrics and translation
Original
Flocka.
-Wale though. -Flocka.
-We got the racks. -This motherfucker turnt. Uh.
This motherfucker turnt. Uh.
Flocka.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks.
Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Throwing racks. Clap that ass. This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt.
He talking money, I got that. His new bitch my old hoe.
They sending boxes, don't buy clothes. Got a diamond grill, can't do gold.
Wanna pop shit, it's a drum roll. Extendos, nigga case closed. Assist the bullet like Rondo.
Since the four thousand for the Rollie, hello. Got a bad bitch for every state I go.
Million dollar nigga at the corner store. That cold Cudder need one of those.
Everywhere I go crowd follow me. Turnt up, young black nigga. Flexed up with a sack nigga.
Ghost up, got a Bentley and my chain cost bout forty.
Bad bitches can't do one, need eight of those. Rose gold my Rollie. Smoking Bob Marley.
Bad bitches they notice me. Front row, no, no bleachers. Paparazzi keep following me.
Everywhere I -go it's a party. Flame. -This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
-This motherfucker turnt. -Niggas gotta get this money here Flock.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks.
Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Throwing racks. Clap that ass. This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt.
D. O. A. with B. O. A. BSM here so we okay. Don't be on BS, might beat off brakes.
Then I D-I-P like I be on skates. Just be on G shit, don't be on dates.
Throw out racks, you might throw out chains. Blow out backs, you might know my dames.
They don't know y'all tracks, they just know y'all lame. Work, let me do my thing.
Couldn't tie my shoe, couldn't do my strings.
Nigga please, you cold, blew out flames. Ain't cool, they boo, blew out dames. Dreads out, Flocka though.
Long as the badge I'm comfortable. Blow so much my lungs is through.
I'm the one 'cause I rap like the number two. Ooh, where the Brick Squad?
Never sold work but I gets all. Sick bars, bought big cars. Bubba old bond, nigga pimp hard.
Little pimp stroke, tight left dope. Tight wrist glow when it gets dark. Got your lady hot,
Wale, Flocka. And I cut hoes like a tick job. Ooh.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Racks. Clap that ass. Racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Man I thought we wasn't gonna never do this shit again, man.
Clap that ass. This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt.
Okay, just went and got me a new car. To go along with my new house.
To go along with my new chick that I just hit on my new couch.
Then Flocka calls like, "Yo dog, it's about time we putting the part two out.
" I ain't even spend that old money. I was actually thinking about cooling out.
I'm with strange tides in my section. You would think I'm B. o. B. I got Bombay and lemonade in my V. I. P. like I'm
Chi-Ali. Bad hoes on past go for this cash flow, can I see I. D. ?
Then she show me her navel tats and them piercings on her T. I. Ts. Does that work for me?
Well certainly. I make it rain, she works for me. I major pain, she worship me.
She say my name like she cursing me. I get no hands through a slow jam.
It's like four bands in them olive pants. She glad to be fucking with a real nigga.
She know every -time I come around the scene with me. -Man this motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks.
Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt.
English translation
Flocka.
-Wale though. -Flocka.
-We got the racks. -This motherfucker turnt. Uh.
This motherfucker turnt. Uh.
Flocka.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks.
Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Throwing racks. Clap that ass. This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt.
He talking money, I got that. His new bitch my old hoe.
They sending boxes, don't buy clothes. Got a diamond grill, can't do gold.
Wanna pop shit, it's a drum roll. Extendos, nigga case closed. Assist the bullet like Rondo.
Since the four thousand for the Rollie, hello. Got a bad bitch for every state I go.
Million dollar nigga at the corner store. That cold Cudder need one of those.
Everywhere I go crowd follow me. Turnt up, young black nigga. Flexed up with a sack nigga.
Ghost up, got a Bentley and my chain cost bout forty.
Bad bitches can't do one, need eight of those. Rose gold my Rollie. Smoking Bob Marley.
Bad bitches they notice me. Front row, no, no bleachers. Paparazzi keep following me.
Everywhere I -go it's a party. Flame. -This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
-This motherfucker turnt. -Niggas gotta get this money here Flock.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks.
Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Throwing racks. Clap that ass. This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt.
D. O. A. with B. O. A. BSM here so we okay. Don't be on BS, might beat off brakes.
Then I D-I-P like I be on skates. Just be on G shit, don't be on dates.
Throw out racks, you might throw out chains. Blow out backs, you might know my dames.
They don't know y'all tracks, they just know y'all lame. Work, let me do my thing.
Couldn't tie my shoe, couldn't do my strings.
Nigga please, you cold, blew out flames. Ain't cool, they boo, blew out dames. Dreads out, Flocka though.
Long as the badge I'm comfortable. Blow so much my lungs is through.
I'm the one 'cause I rap like the number two. Ooh, where the Brick Squad?
Never sold work but I gets all. Sick bars, bought big cars. Bubba old bond, nigga pimp hard.
Little pimp stroke, tight left dope. Tight wrist glow when it gets dark. Got your lady hot,
Wale, Flocka. And I cut hoes like a tick job. Ooh.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Racks. Clap that ass. Racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Man I thought we wasn't gonna never do this shit again, man.
Clap that ass. This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt.
Okay, just went and got me a new car. To go along with my new house.
To go along with my new chick that I just hit on my new couch.
Then Flocka calls like, "Yo dog, it's about time we putting the part two out.
" I ain't even spend that old money. I was actually thinking about cooling out.
I'm with strange tides in my section. You would think I'm B. o. B. I got Bombay and lemonade in my V. I. P. like I'm
Chi-Ali. Bad hoes on past go for this cash flow, can I see I. D. ?
Then she show me her navel tats and them piercings on her T. I. Ts. Does that work for me?
Well certainly. I make it rain, she works for me. I major pain, she worship me.
She say my name like she cursing me. I get no hands through a slow jam.
It's like four bands in them olive pants. She glad to be fucking with a real nigga.
She know every -time I come around the scene with me. -Man this motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt.
This motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks.
Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt. Throwing racks. Clap that ass. Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
Throwing racks. Clap that ass.
This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt.