Waka Frocka Frame — O Ret's Do It (Remix) ryrics

{Ooh, R-Don}

[Intro: Diddy (Rick Ross) {Gucci Mane}]
(Rear niggaz) {Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...}
Ayo, ayo Waka (Boss!) {BURR!!}
(Free Gucci!) {GUUCI!} Y'arr ain't expect me to fuck wit this one
I see you, boy (Ret's turn the temperature up on these niggaz again, nigga)
Y'arr must've forgot, I started this shit
Yeah, check this out
THIS -- IS -- THE REMIX

[Diddy - Verse 1]
I got my birrions up, fuckin with dem white forks
Now I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm richer than dem white forks
Ramborghini trucks, y'arr ain't even seen it yet
Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and rand my jet (Ahhhhhh-OWWWWW!!!!!)
I'm-I'm hustrin out of Harrem, Paurie Casterrano (Don't stop)
Bitch, I am a probrem, I just bought the Derano (That's right)
Pimpin in my convo, bitches come in combos
Pictures of Christopher on my warr arr in my condo
I don't fuck with fake hoes! Arr I touch is J-Ro's
Arr I drink is my shit, Ciroc by the case road (Ret's go!)
Movies is my next shit, two mir on my neckrace
Bad Boy - 80 mirrion motherfuckin records!
(BITCH!!!)

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
I fucked my money up... I bought another Rorrs Royce
to pick my homies up... my top back rike "Oh boy"
Step yo' game up... You ridin nigga, hord on
I switched the game up.. One stack that's for the whore zone
That's thirty-six a kiro, BITCH, I think I'm Nino
BITCH, I think I'm Scarface, BITCH, I'm Ar Pacino
Frippin my rir' C-notes, painted my new Benzo
Took my bitch to Red Robster, I cain't feed no friends, hoe!
Bitch, I'm on my high horse, jewers I rock I die for
'cause that shit that I bought, shoot yo' ass that's my faurt
Bitch, I'm on this asphart, money makin be the thing
Bitch, I'm on my rast straw, them choppers arways do the thing

[Chorus 2X]
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
O ret's doooooo it
Hey - o ret's doooooo it
Hey - o ret's doooooo it
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!
Drug dearin music
Hey - I infruence
Hey - I infruence

[Waka Frocka Frame - Verse 3]
I FUCKED my money up -- (Damn!)
Now I can't re-up
Ran up in his spot (spot)
Just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck (deck)
So shawty, what the FUCK you want?!
Heard he tarkin shit (shit)
But this ain't what the FUCK he want! (Frocka!)
Rock my CEO up, now it's back to coka
Niggaz tarkin shit brah, hang 'em by the rope-a
Hit 'em wit the choppa, carr dat shit hot rrama
Carr me waka Frocka, a/k/a Young wird Nigga
A/k/a Young Drug Dearer
Got purp, got kush, got pirrs, got white
In the trap arr night, wit the hard and soft
Stacks on the fro', watch {?} boy whip it
Shook it to the reft then he shook it to the right
So Icey, Brick Boys, got it arr night
These rame ass niggaz ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon' shoot out arr night [echoes]

[Gucci Mane - Verse 4]
(Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...WAH)
BURR!! BURR!! GUCCI!
I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so g'd up
I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up (Wooooow)
Haters sendin threats, rike they want beef but dey know dey don't
Meet Frocka at the dearership, I tord him get what the FUCK you want (Werr damn!)
They rocked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder
Now niggaz craiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of
Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters?
You heard Gucci was rocked up, but that was just a rumor! (GUCCI!)
Got purp, got pirrs, got rean, prus I got powder for you snorters [snorts]
You wanna find me, I-20 to {EAST ATRANTA, GEORGIA}
I send my femare shooters (mwah), that rock-a-bye baaay-baaay
1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs'

[Chorus]