Waka Flocka Flame - No Hands (ft. Roscoe Dash & Wale) Lyrics

Waka Flocka Flame - No Hands (ft. Roscoe Dash & Wale) Lyrics

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Waka;Verse 1:]
(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Whoa, Whoa)
All that ass
In yo jeans
Can Wale be
Can Roscoe scheme
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'ma make it thunderstorm
Bud, want it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it i dont care
Chests' flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh
I'm drinkin', help can't you tell
Booze help me hit them 15 steps[?]
I'm fuckin', well i'm tryna hit the hotel
With 2 girls that swallow me
Take this dick while i'm swallow[?]
Moscato got her freaky
Aye you got me in a trance
Please take off yo pants
Pussy pop on her handstand
You got me sweatin'
Please pass me a fan damn!

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Wale;Verse 2:]
(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma no hands
She said look ma no hands
And not 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 don't chuck 'em
And, who you wit
And, what's yo name
And, you not hear boo, I'm Wale
And, that D.C. shit I rep all day
And, my eyes red cuz of all that haze
Don't blow ma, ha
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 yo mind
You out yo league
I sweat no bitches
Just sweat out weaves
Where our 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

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Roscoe;Verse 3:]
(Roscoe Dash, let's go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. shawty put it on me
I be goin' ham
Shawty upgrade from baloney
Them niggas tippin' good
Girl but I can make it flood
Cuz I walk around
With pockets bigger than my bus
Rain, rain go away
That's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload
My reign never evaporates
No need to eleberate
Most of these ducks exaggerate
But, i'ma 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
Cuz the head of the game
No cheat codes
Lambo, Roscoe
No street code
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go
G-gon' and do yo dance
And, i'ma throw this money
While you do it wit no hands
(I'm gone!)
[Waka Flocka Flame - No Hands (ft. Roscoe Dash & Wale) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Roscoe;Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way your booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

Wale - Chillin' (ft. Lady Gaga) Lyrics

Wale - Chillin' (ft. Lady Gaga) Lyrics

Na Na Na Na... Na Na Na Na... Hey Hey Hey... Goodbyeeeeee... Hey!

[Lady GaGa:]
Lookin at, lookin at, lookin at me
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me
Eyes all sticky like honey on bees
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me

[Wale:]
Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, came to get it
My name Wale

[Verse 1: Wale]
SHIIIT This how you start of 09
Kickin in the door, and I'm everybody problem
Stuntin in some other Jordan Nines
I got Phil Knight talkin about "How you got them? "
Let's talk about the cars ya'll got
You say you got alotta whips, well I got a Lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You niggas mad that you not me
I remain a Giant and your Jeremy Shockey
And if you ain't heard me properly
If you speak garbage, then we no capice
DC chillin, PG chillin, floor to the ceilin
Stuntin in my Billion-Aire, gear on my
Millionaire Frames, that's money on my mind, WALE
[Wale - Chillin' (ft. Lady Gaga) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Bridge: Lady GaGa]
Get em all, get em all, pack it all up
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Across the pond, they all know us
International... Whoaaaa!
Driving my car to a foreign place
Lookin at me, now they know my face
We want it all now, we got all YESSSS
Look At That, Look at how they lookin at usss

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yea, they keep sayin whale but my name Wal-e
Ho's call me "Mr. Never Wear The Same Thang"
You redundant, you never ever change
And I'm the same way, M.I.A.
And me Cool and Dre get high like planes
Your man Wale in his own damn lane
Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane
Ain't heard DC since Sardines came
Ha! And I made ya'll love it
We don't cop plea's, but ya'll don't cop nothin
Police come around don't nobody say nothin
And you be with the cops, you niggas is McLovin
Dark liquor till we busted
Till I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullen
District Of Columbia
You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya!

[Lady GaGa:]
Get em all, get em all, pack it all up
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Across the pond, they all know us
International... Whoaaaa!
Driving my car to a foreign place
Lookin at me, now they know my face
We want it all now, we got all YESSSS
Look At That, Look at how they lookin at usss

[Wale:]
Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, Came to get It
My name Wale

[Verse 3:]
Dre, pick 'em, ah, pick'em, I'll shut em all down
Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out
Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene
Folarin be ballin for all ya'll to see
Ain't I something? The way I'm stuntin
My material girls give 'em Arab moneyyy!
LV on my luggage
Them Bammas goin hate, and I love it, fuck 'em

[Lady GaGa:]
Lookin at, lookin at, Lookin at me
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me
Eyes all sticky like honey on bees
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me

[Wale:]
DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, came to get It
My name Wale...