Bricksquad (feat. Gudda Gudda)

I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out
 Waka Flocka Flame stay out my lane because I'm thugged out
 Niggas getting drugged out, you know what my clique bout
 Hit em wit a bottle stomp his motherfucking lights out
 Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
 Balling this year
 I ain't gonna stop until I fall out
 Wild out wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out
 Wild out wild out, Waka Flocka wild out
 Young Money, Bricksquad
 Young Money, Bricksquad
 Waka Flocka get jumped in the club
 Gudda, Waka Flocka
 For the cash I'll wrap a nigga ass up
 Run up in his house Jim Carrey-style masked up
 We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit
 The new NWA, what's up Snoop and Dre
 Can't forget Eazy-E, Ice Cube's on my neck
 Fozzy screaming waka waka bitch I got that check
 I don't need no flex but I gotta ball
 Money Yao Ming, yes it's that tall
 But I'm gutta, gutta
 What's up Gudda Gudda
 I got rotten apple blood in my veins
 I reversed the slave route
 I'm from up north to down south
 No more mean mugs at my show sshowing green love
 Green flags, green love
 Su-woo to the people
 Young Money nigga
 I'mma rep to the death
 You can see the YM tatted on my neck
 All my niggas wild choppas on deck
 Stomp a nigga out, demand I respect
 Me and Waka Flacka got the hand on the tec
 And it's cash on delivery so hand me my check
 Nigga I don't talk much but when I do bitch pay me
 Big money heavy weight, you can ask Baby
 Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me
 And stack big paper up, no need for loose leaf
 My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots
 I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
 I'm countin up the money 'til my hands get blisters
 Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker nigga
 Real nigga music they talkin we do's it
 Free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci