[Intro]
Flocka!
[Bridge]
I got money, I got cash
f** with Plies, n***a, that's your a**
Bricksquad clique, we about that cash
f** with Gucci Mane, that's your a**
[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts 'til I die
Boy the trap on fire, puff the J, gone get high
In the trap with Hit Squad k**ers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as
[Verse 1]
Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy, we so trill
DJ Khaled, mothaf**a, I'm so hood
Me and Ace Hood trapping, selling good
Robbery thoughts man, I wish a n***a would
Me and Trick Daddy riding swerving in a donk
Blowing loud kush stanking like a f**ing skunk
Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexing
Rolling off them beans boy, we high like George Jetson
Need a bad b**h, so I paged Trina
A ho with a** like Jacki-O, tell me have you seen her
[Bridge] + [Hook]
[Verse 2]
What's up, Murda Mook? What's up, Uncle Murda?
What's up, Maino? Ain't no place I can't go
G-Unit Indo, yes, I'm blowing 50 packs
Lloyd Banks and Yayo, y'all know y'all my kin folk
Catch me in BX, f**ing with Terror Squad
Or better yet in Harlem World f**ing with Dipset
You don't want your clique wet, so please no disrespect
All I know is grip the tec, so please no disrespect
Q.U.E.E.N.S. North Jamaica Queens back down to Baisley Projects
Or Westside Merrick, f**ing with the towers
Red rain drops on you mothaf**in' cowards
Family so f**ing real, yes, I'm down to f**ing k**
I'm about the dollar bill, tryna see 100 mill
[Hook]