No Hands

[Hook: Roscoe Dash] Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance DJ turn me up, ladies this your jam I'mma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants Then I'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands Girl drop it to the floor, I love the way your booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash [Verse 1: Waka] All that ass in your jeans Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet? Long hair she don't care when she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone, DJ this my favorite song So I'mma make it thunderstorm, flood warning, Flocka yeah Blowin' fuck it I don't care, jacksons flyin' everywhere Tap my partner Roscoe like bruh, I'm drunk as hell can't you tell Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me Take this dick while I'm swallow Moscato got her freaky, hey You got me in a trance, please take off your pants Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn [Hook] [Verse 2: Wale] She said look ma, no hands and no darling I don't dance And I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka, I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad mothafucka, gon' ask some mothafuckas A young handsome mothafucka, I sling that wood, I just Nunchuck 'em And who you with? And what's your name? You not hip boo, I'm Wale And that D.C. shit I rep all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze Don't blow my high, let me shine, Drumma on the beat, let me take my time Nigga want beef we can take it outside Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine Is you out your mind? You out your league I sweat no bitches just sweat out weaves Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, I got 16, for this Roscoe thing But I'm almost done, let me get back to it Whole lotta loud and a little backwood Whole lotta money, big tip I would I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Roscoe] R-O-S-C-O-E Mr. shawty put it on me I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from bologna Them niggas tippin' good girl but I can make it flood Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates No need to elaborate, most of these ducks exaggerate But I'mma get money nigga everyday stuntin' nigga Ducks might get a chance after me Bitch I'm ballin' like I'm comin' off of free throws Cause the head of the game no cheat codes Lambo, Roscoe, no street code And your booty got me lost like Nemo Go, go, go, go, gon' and do your dance And I'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands