Waka Flocka Flame — Bricksquad

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Bow! Lord Dinero Nigga Flocka! (Yuh) Brick— Brick— Brick— Bricksquad! That nigga Lex Luger! [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I said my necklace (Iced out), my left wrist (Iced out) Waka Flocka Flame, stay out my lane because I'm (Thugged out) Niggas get (Drugged out), you know what my (Clique 'bout) Hit him wit a bottle, stomp his motherfucking (Lights out) Hands on deck, make a nigga pull a tool out Balling this year, I ain't gon' stop until I foul out Wild out, wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out Wild out, wild out, Waka Flocka wild out [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Flocka, Waka, Flocka, Waka, yeah Get jumped in the club Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey For the cash, I'll wrap a nigga's ass up Run up in his house Jim Carrey-style, masked up We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit The new N.W.A., what's up, Snoop and Dre? Can't forget Eazy-E, ice cubes on my neck Fozzie screaming, "Waka waka", bitch, I got that check I don't need no flex, but I got to 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, it's from up north to down south No more mean mugs at my shows, throwing green love Green flags, green love, su woo to the P's, blood [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Young Money, nigga, I'ma rep to the death You can see the YM tatted on my neck All my niggas wild, choppers on deck Stomp a nigga out, demand I respect Me and Waka Flocka 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 heavyweight, 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 counting up the money till my hands get blisters Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker, nigga Real nigga music, they talking, we do's it Free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci Young Money [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad [Outro: Waka Flocka Flame] KY Engineering