A thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)
This that arm on my kush sh**
My girlfriend think she president bush b**h
Hell yeah, and I'm gon' off that lean sh**
My brotha' duke keep on sendin' me that green sh**
f** jail Gucci time, and I'm hoodrich
I'm in that zone 6, and I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'rarri, in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels match the carpet
I'm pullin' up to the club like I own it
Ain't with that bullsh**, Gucci don't condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexin'
I woke up bought my main chick a Lexus
A Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)
I be the bricksquad youngin'
Stankin' like a funyan
All these otha' rap n***as, toed like a bunyan
I'm B-S and you B-S
But I'm Brick Squad and you bullsh**
Pistol like a chapporone
We goin' on a school trip
Places that you neva' seen
Blowin on that stupid green
Rollin on a stupid beam
Hit the scene in limousine
Codeine and promethazine
Diamonds I'm my pinky ring
n***a what the f** you mean
Brick Squad dream team
I got money to blow, naw I ain't drizzy
Money make the world go round, that's why I'm dizzy
Standin behind Gucci, Flock, the like who is it
Slim Dunkin in this mothaf**a'
Cut the chizzy
Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)
It's big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release, my n***a, no lights out
Lights out, creep on in silence
Why do I pull more violence
When unviolent
While my tattoos smilin'
To remind me of the time they robbed me, with no problem
Now my problems solved, and they revolvin' around all these continents
And my company, stretch from here to Compton, to Bouldercrest
?
That's something to those who have nothin'
No bluffin' bricksqaud no cuffin'
Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)
Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah)
This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah)
Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah)
This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)