That Make Me

[Intro: Chaz Gotti]

Yeah, man

(This beat is so, so Metro)

Haha

Squad, Squad, Squad, Squad

[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

I ain't gotta talk about money

Bitch, I look like a check (Uh)

Bossed up, got my own shit, put them big diamonds on my neck (V-V's)

Put two bands on my feet (Turn up)

Foreign cars when I drive (Voom)

Five star when I eat

And I'll never tell like I'm Meech (Squad)

Street nigga like Pootie Tang (You know)

I'm a real nigga with a diamond chain

You a walking lick with a diamond chain (Hahaha)

Shoot more bullets than a gun range (Squad)

BSM the new Wu-Tang (Squad)

Kicking game like Liu Kang

You saving hoes like Bruce Wayne

I'm a rockstar like Sugar Shane

You don't run the streets like you bro's paint (Nah)

I could help your future like propane

Money insane in the membrane, blowing Mary Jane

Bitch with me, it's a hurrichain

Nothing to me, too much jewelry, no worries

I shoot good, I keep racks and I'm far from scary

Waka Flocka, flex

[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

[Verse 2: Chaz Gotti]

I'm still the man in my city

Diamonds dancing like Diddy

My bitch nasty like Kimmy

Pockets big like Biggie

Should've never fucked with Molly

That bitch ain't shit

Got me in the club trippin' like a bitch

Like sloppy jaw, but I'm neat

Like classy bitches that freak

Cars I ride be tinted

Swear I'm so authentic

Take a piss, it's a gold mine, my shit twenty-four karats

Ain't no wings in my jet, no, I can't wear it

I can't wear it, no, I can't wear it

Hundred thousand dollar car, I can't steer it

Love flexin' in the club, why they staring?

Young nigga taking over and we ain't sharing

[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit

Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha