No Hands (feat. Roscoe Dash & Wale) — Waka Flocka Flame, Roscoe Dash, Wale | караоке з текстом пісні

Listen to this track. Girl, the way you moving got me in a trance. DJ turn me up, ladies get your jam. I'ma sip Moscato then, and I'ma 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. Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, yeah. Whoa. Oh, yeah. In yo jeans. Can Wale beat, can Roscoe skeet? Long hair, she don't care. When she walk, she gets stares. Brown skin or a yellow bone. DJ dis my favorite song so I'ma make it thunderstorm. Plug want it, Flocka help. Perky or a thot, I don't care. Jets is flying everywhere. Shout my partner, Roscoe. Like bro, I'm drunk as hell. Can't you tell? 370 bands, that's 50 stacks so fucking well. I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that's fucking slippers. Take this dick up out her skirt. Lil bae, Moscato got her freaky. Aye, you got me in a trance. Please have me hit it from the back. Pop on a handstand. You got me sweating, please pass me a fan. Damn! Girl, the way you moving got me in a trance. DJ turn me up, ladies get your jam. I'ma sip Moscato then, and I'ma 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. Hey, hey, Wale, uh. She said, "Look ma, no hands." 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 motherfucking, going ass down in your pants. The young Hans Christian cast in that wood house. I just nunchuck them at who you with and what's your name? Are you not hip? Boo, I'm Wale. And that DC shit, I rap all day. And my eyes red 'cause of all that head. Don't blow my high, let me shine. Drumma on the beat, let me take my time. You want, want beef? We can take it outside. Fight for what, broad? These lames ain't minders. You out your mind, you out your league. I sweat no bitches, I 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 purple shit. Whole lotta money, big tip I would. I put on nut like a little engine could. Wale. Girl, the way you moving got me in a trance. DJ turn me up, ladies get your jam. I'ma sip Moscato then, and I'ma 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. Roscoe Dash. Okay. R-O-S-C-O-E Mr. Shorty, put it on me. Please, I be going ham. Shorty upgrade from bologna. Please, them niggas tipping good, girl, but I can make it rain. 'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus. Whoa. Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say. My pockets stuck on overload. My rain never evaporate. No need to elaborate, most of these ducks exaggerate. But I'ma get money every day so them next niggas might get a chance after me. Go. Bitch, I'm balling like I'm coming off of free throws. Skipped ahead of the game, no cheat codes. Lambo Roscoe, no street code. Nigga, your booty got me lost like Nemo. Go, go, go, go on and do your dance. Right now. And I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands. Girl, the way you moving got me in a trance. DJ turn me up, ladies get your jam. I'ma sip Moscato then, and I'ma 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. Whoa, whoa. Leggo.