Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
[x2]

This that arm on my kush s--t
My girlfriend think she president bush b---h
Hell yea, and I’m gon off that lean s--t
My brotha duke keep on sendin me that green s--t
f--k jail gucci time, and I’m hoodrich
I’m in that zone 6, and I throw it like the first pitch

My yellow rari, in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels match the carpet
I’m pullin up to the club like I own it
Ain’t with that bullshit, gucci don’t condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexxin
I woke up bought my main chick a lexus

Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
[x2]

I be the bricksquad youngin
Stankin like a funyan
All these otha rap niggas, toed like a bunyan
I’m BS and you BS
But I’m BRICKSQUAD and you BULLSHIT
Pistol like a chapporone
We goin on a school trip
Places that you neva seen
Blowin on that stoopid green
Rollin on a stoopid beam
Hit the scene in limozine
Coke and promthzine

Diamonds I’m my pinky ring
n---a wat the f--k u mean
Bricksquad dream team
I got money to blow, naw I ain’t drizzy
Money make the world go round, that’s why I’m dizzy
Standin behind gucc, flock, the like who is it
Slim dunkin in this mothafuck
Cut the chicken

Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
[x2]

It’s big gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release, my n---a, no lights out
Lights out, creep on in silence
Why do I pull more violence
Wen unviolent
While my tatoos smilin

To remind me of the time they robbed me, with no problem
Now my problems solved, and they rovolvin around all these countries
And I’m country, stretch from here to compton, to boldacrest…
That’s something to those who have nothin
No bluffin bricksqaud no cuffin

Thousand bags of that mid s--t (hell yea)
This that s--t that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)
Hundred bags of that kush s--t (hell yea)
This that president bush s--t (hell yea)
[x2]