[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
N***a, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke n***a standin' next to me
N***a run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang
Call me Big Flame, Red Flag Flame
I ain't worryin' 'bout no n***a tryna reach for my chain
N***as know Loudiene gon' kill 'em, I'ma send the whole gang
I'm where you can't hang, hang with some killers, bang (Reload)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
N***a, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king (Hoodrich, bitch)
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke n***a standin' next to me
N***a run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Call me Big Flame, Red Flag Flame
I ain't worryin' 'bout no n***a tryna reach for my chain
N***as know Loudiene gon' kill 'em, I'ma send the whole gang
I'm where you can't hang, hang with some killers, bang
And n***as know we flame and the same fucking thing
One time for them n***as down the road in the chain gang
On the frontline putting work in for Waka Flocka Flame
I was born in this game, they better check my family name
Every time I fell I had myself to blame
Gas bag shawty sellin' cocaine
Rap for the money, I ain't want the fame
But I can't complain, man, these n***as lame, Flame
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
N***a, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king (Hoodrich)
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke n***a standin' next to me
N***a run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang

[Verse 2: Loudiene]
Take an L for what? Take his ass to a bus
Smoke him like some Runtz, like November, he a hunt
Roast him up, be King Tut, you heard them shots, yeah, that's them
Waka said get him, I can fuck him up
Waka said get him, yeah, that's your luck
It's a murder, it's a must
I like blood, I like guts
I love funds, I clutch guns
All these crazy pills got me sane
Is you rollin'? Yeah, you knowin' my life Gucci Mane
I'm in it for the money, fuck a name
Turn your hood to a shooting range
Big Daddy how I move the 'caine
Met the kilos just to kill again
Bloody hundreds, spent it on a chain
Glock-30, do 'em dirty, killed 'em clean
I'm just sippin' on this dirty lean
Bought my bitch a bag, a new Celene
Hot and ready like Krispy Kreme, shit
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy
N***a, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king
Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings
Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens
Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me
Ain't no broke bitch or broke n***a standin' next to me
N***a run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang

[Outro: Waka Flocka Flame]
DJ Big Tiny
DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man
Squad, baow, baow, baow