No Hands Lyrics - Singles - Wacka Flocka Flame

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

DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' 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 flo' 

I love the way yo booty go 

All I want to do is sit back and watch you move 

And I'll proceed to throw this cash 

All that ass in yo' jeans 

Can Wale be, can Roscoe scheme 

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, Bud, want it, Flocka here 

Throw it, fuck it, I don't care, chests flyin' everywhere 

Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh, I'm drinkin', help 

Can't you tell, booze help me hit them 15 steps so fuck it 

Well, I'm tryin' to hit the hotel with 2 girls that swallow me 

Take this dick, gonna swallow, that Moscato got her freaky 

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

Pussy pop on her 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 yo' 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 flo' 

I love the way yo booty go 

All I want to do is sit back and watch you move 

And I'll proceed to throw this cash 

She said look ma no hands, she said look ma no hands 

And no darlin', I don't dance 

And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka 

I think I deserve a chance 

I'm a bad motherfucker 

Go on, ask some motherfuckers 

A young handsome motherfucker 

I sling that wood, I just nunchuk 'em 

And who you wit'? And what's yo name? 

And you not hear, 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 

Nigga want beef, we can take it outside 

Fight for what broad, these ho's ain't mine 

Is you out yo' mind? You out yo' league 

I sweat no bitches, just 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 lot of loud and a little backwood 

Whole lot of 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 yo' 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 flo' 

I love the way yo booty go 

All I want to do is sit back and watch you move 

And I'll proceed to throw this cash 

R-O-S-C-O-E, we Mr. Shawty, put it on me, please 

I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from baloney, please 

Them niggas tippin' good, girl, but I can make it flood 

'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus 

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

My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates 

No need to elaborate, most of these ducks exaggerate 

But I'ma get money, nigga, everyday stuntin', nigga, ducks might get a chance after me 

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

So ahead of the game, no cheat codes 

Lambo, Rosco, no street code 

And your booty got me lost like Nemo 

Go, go, go, g-go on 

And do yo' dance 

And, I'ma throw this money 

While you do it wit' no hands 

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

DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' 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 flo' 

I love the way yo booty go 

All I want to do is sit back and watch you move 

And I'll proceed to throw this cash