Hella

[Intro: Wale] They gotta feel like butter baby Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Yea, hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Uh lets get it work [Verse 1: Wale] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck it LA women in my stable none of them are donkey Bulimic maybe decent, said "baby you need Jesus" Said "Ain't you Muslim Wale?" I said that ain't ya business Go and mind it, bumpin Gold Alpinas Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a nigga vagina In take, take down, squad stay down All my bitches in here that's 2-5, say "ooww" Supercharged off that San Diego medical And about a move contemplate on this revenue And heaven knows what this money shit can do to you But I ain't tryna orange suit for hoardin pharmaceutical Elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot When you do your thing ya bang bitches then toodle-oo Zanotti boots, Giuseppe's woo She throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces [Chorus 1: Wale] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Uh lets get it, work Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em Uh lets get it, work [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em She switched sides on me other niggas fuckin But I'mma bounce back like it ain't nothing And you niggas could never see me Talk shit but he wanna be me I don't drink Vodka-tinis I fuck with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap Wit bitches that lick sacks and niggas that shoot craps (yep) So I don't give a fuck about a rap check (uh-huh) Just cars and assets, rolexes with baguettes Your bitches got bad breath, my bitches get mad pressed Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had sex" (uh) Hella shows, hella girls, hella beats, crush em At least hook a nigga up a English muffin I wonder would she like me if I did construction It's rules to the game you gotta read instructions We can't split alimony Just half of this macaroni have sex then we back to homies that's it [Chorus 2: Wale & Dom KENNEDY] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em [Verse 3: YG] Haters fuck em, all my haters fuck em Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cuz these bitches I can't trust em (Noo) Police duck em, middle finger fuck em I went from robbing to rich, I'm a scattish motherfucker You's a mark, but that's a topic I don't wanna touch on You the type that don't bust back when you get bust on Get your bitch before I let her have it If you don't wanna go to jail boy pay them taxes Wale reached out (What Up) he a real nigga I thought he ain't fuck wit a nigga like Tommy Hilfiger, salute Them bitches from the club be boufed The only reason we fuck wit em cuz we know they get loose You got niggas ghost writin your hits I got bitches from the Bay ghost ridin my dick I'm so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metro I remember asking niggas who had snaps on the petro But now I got [Chorus 2: Wale & Dom KENNEDY] Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters fuck em And I been cutting hoes off cuz I can't trust em