No Hands (feat. Roscoe Dash & Wale)

Listen to this track, bitch

Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance

DJ turn me up, ladies, this your jam

I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Then 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

All that ass in your jeans, Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?

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, flood warning, Flocka, yeah

Blow it, fuck it, I don't care, Jacksons flyin' everywhere

Tap my partner, Roscoe, like bro, I'm drunk as hell, can't you tell?

Threw seventy bands, bet fifty stacks, oh, fucking well

I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that'll swallow me

Take this dick while I'm swallow Pink Moscato, got her freaky

Hey, you got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweatin'

Please pass me a fan, damn

Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance

DJ turn me up, ladies, this your jam

I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Then 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 (Aye, aye, Wale)

And I'll proceed to throw this cash

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'ma bad motherfucker, go and ask some motherfuckers

A young handsome motherfucker

I sling that wood, I just nunchucked 'em

And who you with and what's your name?

And you not hip, boo, I'm Wale and that D.C. shit, I rep all day

And my eyes red 'cause of all that haze

Don't blow my high, let me shine

Drumma on the beat, let me take my time

**** want beef? We can take it outside

Fight for what broad? These hoes ain't mine

Is you out your mind? You out your league

I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing

I got sixteen 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

Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance

DJ turn me up, ladies, this your jam

I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Then 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, Mister Shawty-put-it-on-me (O-E, please)

I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from bologna (Ham, please)

Them **** tippin' good, girl, but I can make it flood (I can)

'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus (Pockets, whoa)

Rain, rain, go away, that's what all my haters say

My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates (Whoa, no)

No need to elaborate, most of these ducks exaggerate (Never, they do)

But, I'ma get money, ****, everyday stunting, ****

Ducks might get a chance after me

Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm comin' off of free throws

Just ahead of the game, no cheat codes

Lambo, Roscoe, no street code

And 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, go (I'm gone)

Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance

DJ turn me up, ladies, this your jam

I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Then 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