One Squad - DJ Rell, Waka Flocka Flame, Cartier Kitten

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