Waka Flocka Flame - One Squad lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] I'ma forever stay hood, millionaire eating ramen noodles One gat, one blunt, one b**h unh (x2) You ain't never meet a person like me Millionaire like Tyler P Aye, I ain't gone stop, man, run that back, man, run that back, man, run that back, man This kush a hit, Flocka! b**hes get hype when I don't write [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I'ma forever stay hood, millionaire eating ramen noodles One gat, one blunt, one b**h, unh. [x2] You ain't never meet a person like me Millionaire like Tyler P 'Bout a dollar, my G Couple beans and some lean Now it's hard to see Little kids wanna be like Flocka when they grow up 22 weeks straight, "No Hands," now I'm blown up Pockets got deluxe Like, woop, I'ma grunt, this is how my block roll Shout out to Blair n***as say I can't rap, I dont motherf**ing care Birds on my gear Own clothing line, iced out watch Call it k**ing time, unh [Verse 2: Blair Maxberry] Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye One girl, one blunt, one life, one dick One n***a with a dream right here, right here n***a with a dream right here, right here One n***a with a dream right here, right here Millionaire status, still rocking dirty Chucks I feel flyer, then bout 30 ducks Brick Squad, what the f** you thought I represent? I think they got me twisted cause I'm fresher then the President (Obama!) They don't know about, all the girls at my residents Haters think I'm a party animal and elephant (Oh no!) But girl, I'm so anti-celibate BSM rockstar, f**ing hoes for the hell of it [?] [Verse 3: P. Smurf] West Side Daddy, long a** mink Old school Chevy, paint lime green Brick Squad pimp, what the f** you mean? 30 inch rims, [?] Your money in diapers, my sh** potty trained I've been the the county like Robert Downey White b**h in the alley with a pound of Maui New escalade sitting on some 30 inch rims, yeah b**h, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it The Maserati [?], got the pink slip for it I'm a pimp she done [?] her pink lips for it I came from the gutter, got a house on the water f** the world, do it all for my son and daughter West Side Daddy put the candy on the caddy Got the b**h on [?], and I took her to the valley Hop up in another car, trying to get a little money 100,000 in the shoe box, [?] [Verse 4: Cartier Kitten] Got your dog on leash hoe If you feeling froggy you can leap hoe Take shots you ain't nothing but a free throw My block ain't sh** here peaceful Eastside all day, all night Eastside all day, all night Cartier is so hood And I really wish a muthaf**er would n***a f** your strip f** your b**h My whip first cla**, and the top dismissed You can kiss my a**, f** your lips You n***as on 6, and I'm watching for the lisps Yeah, Cartier, no watch, but I'm just in time And I swear I'm so focused your hoes watch your spines [Verse 5: Waka Flocka Flame] One group one clique we like a squad All I know is hustle, hustle, hustle The dread head russle you ain't dead, I can't trust you Never lift a weight, in my hood I got muscle n***a this the life bad b**hes rollin purple Southside on the beat so I know I'm making millions Stacks on stacks, I'm like motherf** the ceiling I'm from Grove Street, L I M E Green flag, right side, sag, unh Benjamin Flocka, Benjamin Flocka, two Glocks and a choppa' Benjamin Flocka, Benjamin Flocka, two bad b**hes, one Glock and a choppa' Benjamin Flocka, b**h, I talk, walk money I dont mean to brag, personality hella good, I got swag n***a, f**a, Clucka