[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]

Turn up

DuFlockaRant, number 35

Loyalty

Never change my team, ya know?

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up

Sellin' weed, my pistol tucked

Sellin' weed, my pistol tucked

All I know is run it up

Got got gotta run my money up

[Verse 1: Preme]

All my life been sellin' birds

Bag 'em up and watch 'em fly

You the killa, you get killed

Where I'm from, it's do or die

Been to jail a hundred times and I ain't never dropped a dime

All my homies walk with Rollies, we ain't scared of gettin' time

See me?

Skip college, Chose cocaine, tote proper

I'm a grown man, no problem

If you need work, I got it

Can't tell these young niggas shit

Cause we done came from the bottom

Still got my hand on my hammer

That's a nail in yo coffin'

One Pac came wit that lama

And walk up out with that chopper

I give ten Gs to my shooter

Mail yo' head to yo mamma, nigga

Two birds in my back, I got two birds in my back

I sell one to get bread; I keep one to get head

Come on

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up

Sellin' weed, my pistol tucked

Sellin' weed, my pistol tucked

All I know is run it up

Got got gotta run my money up

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up

Sellin' weed, my pistol tucked

All I know is run it up

I'll go haul up in my cut

Git cops don't testify

Loyalty before, royalty for my niggas

I'm a ride 'til the end, 'til the end, 'til the end

All I know is hustle, grind 'til I make a fuckin' mill

Keep it real

Real street, nigga, all I know is run it up

Run run run it up, all I know is run it up

[Verse 3: Preme]

I'm a hit where it hurt

Watch me hit, watch me work

Put a pigeon in the pot, the birdie's dead

So watch 'em twerk

I don't care what block you check

Throw yo' hood, bang yo' set

Bitch it's OVO and Reps

Raise my name so don't get wet

If y'all niggas scared of them cops

Better switch your occupation

Like damn, my block so hot

The fiends come to vacation

Cut it, whip it, slang

I ain't no pimp but I walk with that caine

Ain't got no limp but I walk with that caine

Got 36 chambers, protect your neck

Wu-Tang

You know what I pay for them thangs

Prolly what I pay for these chains

Only fuck with bitches that graduated

Cause I'm in love with them brains

Chickens go for thirty five, you betta pay the price

Or that will be yo' death

Welcome to the life, I say

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up

Sellin' weed, my pistol tucked

Sellin' weed, my pistol tucked

All I know is run it up

Got got gotta run my money up