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 have been my donkey

Bulimic may be 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

[Hook 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

[Hook 2 (x4): Wale & Dom]

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

[Hook 2 (x3)]