On Everything

[Hook] Everyday my phone rang I’m bustin’ down the whole thang Whip same color cocaine Big pistols, big gold chains I love it (I put that on everything) x2 I love big pistols, big gold chains I love it (I put that on everything) I love it I love it (I put that on everything) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] Mulsanne On my pinky ring Pop that pussy for me Dana Dane I won't let up, that's on everything I just want the money, you can have the fame Shooting for the top, I got perfect aim All that pussy shit, I can't entertain When I bought the Ghost, I blew out the brain Your advanced check I spent that on my artist change Whole lot of bitches and some champagne I don't fuck with lames, real nigga campaign Feds snatched my nigga Poo tang Rocking rave shows and I still ain't changed [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Got the AR 15, that mothafucka rock ya The first time I met Flocka, I had to get 40 Glock on my waistline The young nigga tryna throw gang signs Had bought 5 bricks from the Mexicans Flock still there talkin bout I how wasn't flexin then? I have a white Lamb with the blue top, and that big drop on Forgiauto's Now im selling mo' weed than Colorado Need to get a dispensary Fucking off a sack wasn't shit to me Going against a nigga with a stand on that Nah nigga we don't play like that I don't talk on no phones I don't fall in love with hoes Keep it real with my youngins Shit that's how I thought it goes Guess I had the wrong answer then Phone ringing might be tapped so dont answer then [Hook]