Show The Cash - A-Wax, Waka Flocka Flame

Booty shakin' contest, booty shakin' contest

Booty shakin' contest, booty shakin' contest

At my shows, I’m blowin' hoes, my haters catchin' contacts

At my shows, I’m blowin' hoes, my haters catchin' contacts

Hold up!

(Poppin' bands, poppin' bands)

Throw a, throw a, 'nother rack

If her booty flat, ass shots, I’ll pay for that (turn up)

Ho so fuckin' big like where my neighbours at?

(I'm flexin')

Hit the club, white tee, gold jewelry and a Falcon hat

Pussy so good I had to film that

For a dollar, friends like «where my feelings at?»

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a baller

Fuck her once and never ever, ever call her

You know her ass fat, we see her booty crack

With her jeans on, this her theme song

Money pile on her, fuckin' ringtone

Freakin' in the club with a million hoes

Go on and bust it open for a real nigga

Left your man at home, he just a lil' nigga

Let you hit this pen and taste a little liquor

My name is on them bands like Tommy Hilfiger

I fuck my bitch then take her out and chill wit her

You get a model, don’t know how to deal wit her

Real nigga, so I’mma keep it real with her

That pussy so wet you 'bout to kill a nigga

I got weed, I got wax, shorty

Said she want them dollars, what you need?

I’ve got racks, I’ve got cribs, I’ve got plaques

I’ve got homegirl and her friend

Ass fat like the whole world in my hands