24 Hours (feat. Sony)

I be like, I be like

We be flexing with the check, grindin'

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]

24 hours, still blowing strong

I want the money and the power bitch I been in my zone

Bitch I been in my zone, hater leave me 'lone

I get money by myself you know kush is my cologne (x2)

[Verse 1]

I play sosa you’re my time, you niggas not my type

I'm a get money nigga shawty all my bitches dike

I know your background boy you ain’t really right

Flexing like you chirping you ain't never sell that white

As he got your ass rapping shawty you ain’t 'bout that life

24 hours, that’s all a nigga need to get the money and the power

Bitches on my dick, I’m from Clayton County, Georgia

Grew up selling ??

Everybody head-busting, plotting on a lick

For let you out of cast serve your ass a dummy brick

These hoes ain't nothing and these the bitches ain’t shit

They fucking for some red bottoms and an outfit

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I be doggin' these hoes I’ll pass ‘em to my bruh

Chaz off the chain he don’t fuck with no lame

Stay to myself cause these niggas always change

Kicked them out the clique now we screaming out they changed

24 year old nigga I can never scream your name

Shout out to some real niggas from the damn belaine

Them boys say they’re robbing we on the same thang

My young boys crazy they'll bust your brain

Waka Flocka Flame you can call me Ric Flair

I'm rocking five chains and I'm lit up like a flair

My dogs selling dope where he sleep he don’t care

I want the money and the power the rest don’t care

[Hook]

[Verse 3: S.O.N.Y.]

Wait, hold up. Can I come down? I’m too high

Shop out of your price range, fuck nigga I’m too fly

Ay'body like who that? Is some nigga that new got

Take your bitch and I break your bitch

Yea I make your bitch say "Oh my god."

You soft nigga, I peep that

You pussy nigga, I eat that

My roof gone, my seat back

That change nigga just keep that

I’m just getting this cake bro

These other nigga be fake though

Brought your nigga from N.Y. but I’m riding around through Clay-Co

You don’t know me so fall back

You try to fly get shot nigga

Fuck telling me keep it cool

I told your ass I’m hot nigga

All these nigga be rap beefing

Fuck niggas ain’t g though

Pull up on you let it go

I hit the gas and I speed up