“No Flockin” finds Kodak Black bragging about the almighty dollar. No matter who, where, when or what, he’ll always have money on his mind.

This song was Kodak’s break-out hit. After receiving a buzz for his… Read More [Intro]

Damn, that's so sad

KKK, KKK

[Verse]

Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzin' on they ass

I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad

Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shoppin' on they ass

I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast

Smokin' flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas

Don't you ask me where the pole at, where yo' clothes at?

I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, dammit, but y'all trippin', too

Is it you? Damn, my nigga, what the hell got into you?

Project Baby, y'all was skippin' in the hallway, I was skippin' school

On my Ps and Qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo

Bleedin' concrete, bet you niggas won't come 'cross the street

Pardon me, I don't talk to you so don't you talk to me

I ain't dissin' on nobody, B, I'm vibin' on the beat

Honestly, I'm just tryna be, I just gotta be

Tryin' to get over on anything, they tellin' lies to me

I spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring

Anyway, I'm married to the game, she said her vows to me

I ain't gettin' on my knees, bae, you bow down to me

You go down for me, you lay down and do the time for me

Sorry, boo, yeah, I lied to you, but don't you lie to me

It's Lil Kodak, the finesse kid, boy, who hot as me?

Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli

I will run around your whole board like Monopoly

Ol' boy, you's a broke boy, flocka's got you beat

Chocolate, call me Reese's, can't catch me without the piece

C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down, you fallin' off your feet

I will trick yo ass for a treat, call it Halloween

Yeah, that money's what I play fo', call it lottery

Goddamn, you's a clown to me, you's a clown to me

You can't smoke no Black & Milds with me, get in the car with me

You a funny guy, don't you even joke around with me

How could it be? Get from 'round a G, you grounded from me

I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie

You gettin' skinny, I'm gettin' chunky, gettin' money

Want some food? Boy, you hungry, I want them hundreds

Hundreds