LYRIC

Waka Flocka Flame – No Hands

Year: 2010

Lyrics:

Listen to this track, bitch!

Girl, the way you’re moving got me in a trance
DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (come on)
I’ma sip Moscato and you gon’ lose them pants
Then I’ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (le’go)
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way your booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move
And I’ll proceed to throw this cash (whoa, whoa, whoa, le’go)

All that ass, in your jeans
Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Long hair, she don’t care, when she walk, she gets stares
Brown-skin or a yellow bone, DJ, this my favorite song
So I’ma make it thunderstorm, flood warning, Flocka, yeah
Blow it, fuck it, I don’t care, Jacksons flying everywhere
Tap my partner Roscoe like, “Bruh, I’m drunk as hell, can’t you tell?
Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fucking well
I’m tryna hit the hotel with two girls that’ll swallow me
Take this dick while I swallow Pink Moscato, got her freaky
Hey, you got me in a trance, please take off your pants
Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweating
Please pass me a fan, damn

Girl, the way you’re moving got me in a trance
DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (come on)
I’ma sip Moscato and you gon’ lose them pants
Then I’ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (le’go)
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way your booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move
And I’ll proceed to throw this cash (whoa, whoa, whoa, le’go)

She said, “Look, ma, no hands”
She said, “Look, ma, no hands”, and no, darling, I don’t dance
And I’m with Roscoe, I’m with Waka, I think I deserve a chance
I’m a bad motherfucker, go and ask some motherfuckers
A young handsome motherfucker
I sling that wood, I just Nunchuck them
And who you with, and what’s your name?
And you not hip, boo, I’m Wale
And that D.C. shit, I rep all day
And my eyes red cause of all that haze
Don’t blow my high, let me shine
Drumma on the beat, let me take my time
Niggas want beef? We can take it outside
Fight for what broad? These hoes ain’t mine
Is you out your mind? You out your league
I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing
I got 16 for this Roscoe thing
But I’m almost done, let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud and a little Backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip, I would
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Girl, the way you’re moving got me in a trance
DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (come on)
I’ma sip Moscato and you gon’ lose them pants
Then I’ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (le’go)
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way your booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move
And I’ll proceed to throw this cash (whoa, whoa, whoa, le’go)

Roscoe Dash, okay
R-O-S-C-O-E, Mr. Shawty-Put-It-On-Me (please)
I be going HAM, shawty upgrade from baloney (please)
Them niggas tipping good, girl, but I can make it flood (I can)
Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Rain, rain, go away, that’s what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates
No need to elaborate, most of these ducks exaggerate
But I’ma get money, nigga, everyday stunting, nigga
Ducks might get a chance after me (go)
Bitch, I’m balling like I’m coming off of free throws
Just ahead of the game, no cheat codes
Lambo, Roscoe, no street code
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go, go, gon’ and do your dance
And I’ma throw this money while you do it with no hands, go!

Girl, the way you’re moving got me in a trance
DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (come on)
I’ma sip Moscato and you gon’ lose them pants
Then I’ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (le’go)
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way your booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move
And I’ll proceed to throw this cash (whoa, whoa, whoa, le’go)

SHARE

ADVERTISEMENT