Artist: Waka Flocka Flame f/ Roscoe Dash, Wale Album: Flockaveli Song: No Hands Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Listen to the track BITCH! [Chorus] Girl the way you 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 Girrrrl, drop it to the flo' I love the way your booty goooooo All I want to do, is sit back and watch you move And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Waka, Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, what? Yeah) [Waka Flocka Flame] 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 yellowbone DJ this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm Bud want it Flocka yeah Blow it fuck it I don't care Tits is flyin everywhere Got my partner Roscoe like bruh I'm drinkin - hell, can't you tell? Every sip {?} fifteen steps so fuck it Well I'm tryin hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me Take this dick while I swallow {?} 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! [Chorus] (Ay, ay, Wale, uh) (She said look ma, no hands) [Wale] 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 muh'fucker, go and ask some motherfuckers A young handsome motherfucker I sling that wood I just nunchuck 'em And who you with? And what's yo' name? Did you not hear boo? I'm Wale And that DC 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 hoes ain't mine Is you out yo' mind? You out yo' league I sweat no bitches just sweat out weaves Wear our 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 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! [Chorus] [Roscoe Dash] Roscoe Dash, okay! R-O-S-C-O-E, Mr. Shawty-Put-It-On-Me (please) I be goin ham, shawty upgrade from bologna (please) Them niggaz tippin good girl but I can make it flush (I can) Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus (whoa~!) 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, e'ryday stuntin nigga Ducks might get a chance after me Bitch I'm ballin like I'm comin off of free throws Is the head of the game, no cheat codes Lambo' Roscoe no street code And your booty got me lost like Nemo Go, go, go, ga-go on and do yo' dance (right now) And I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (I'm gone) [Chorus]