Breakdown

(álbum: 100 Miles & Running - 2007)

Allow me to introduce me
My name Wale don't say Wally
Though she pop me low, looking for dat beaver
10 Deep hoodie, extra cushion in my sneakers
Those SB's cost near to a G, cause Wale so G'd up
Receive love from VA to LA
Them Cali girls feeling me
They wanna hear that DC
I give 'em that flava
That's only if they handle
Man it's the killer tracks
I'm nothing like a 'Bama
Party at Dream, party at one twizzy
Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

This the Breakdown song, girl
You know, work that
This that new, from the city, you ain't heard yet
District of Columbia, I'm trippling my money up
If you ain't talking dollars then I don't see where you coming from

[Refrain:]
You got that money that break – uh break breakdown
If it ain't nothing, a break – uh break breakdown
You know you stunting a break – uh break breakdown
Hey hold up, breeaaaakdown
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Says money in the air
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Come on, wit it
Throw your money in the air

Is DC in the house, without a doubt
I'm the rapper with clout Columbians rap about
Oh, I think they like me, never seen my Nikes
Dramas think I'm dumb but the flow make them hyphy
So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads
If you ain't got 'em, then bob your head
That's my name don't forget it
It's not a game, hold your dame
Cause my thing something vicious
I'm ATL pimping custom pivot edition
The vision is quite clear
Apparently I'm official
Riding in that black joint
Looking for some action
Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
Ask them, ask them they whisper when I pass them
Fresher than me, never
I'm effervescent, just ask them
Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
We ball, that breakdown
No more, we caked out

[Refrain]