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FLOCKA! [Hook 1][x2] I got money, I got cash Fuck with Plies nigga that's yo ass Bricksquad clique we about that cash Fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass Fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass Fuck with fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass "What up trap trap trap hold the fuck up hold Up bruh b-buddy like really didn't even listen To what the fuck I said, ay baby girl put the Headphones on tighter and turn the volume up One mo knob, cuz I'm turnt the fuck up FLOCKA!" Keep it real and don't lie Smoke blunts till I die Boy the trap on fire Hit the J, gone get high In the trap with hit squad killers Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga Keep it real and don't lie Smoke blunts till I die Boy this trap on fire Puff the J, gone get high In the trap with hit squad killers Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy we so trill DJ Khaled "mothafucka!", I'm so hood Me and Ace Hood trappin', sellin' good Robbery thoughts man I wish a nigga would Me and Trick Daddy ridin' swervin' in a donk Blowin' loud kush stankin' like a fucking skunk Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexin' Rolling off them beans boy we high like George Jetson Need a bad bitch so I paged Trina A ho with ass like Jacki-O, tell me have you seen ha I got money, I got cash Fuck with Plies nigga that's yo ass Bricksquad clique we about that cash Fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass Keep it real and don't lie Smoke blunts till I die Boy the trap on fire Hit the J, gone get high In the trap with hit squad killers Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga Keep it real and don't lie Smoke blunts till I die Boy this trap on fire Puff the J, gone get high In the trap with hit squad killers Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga What's up Murda Mook, what's up Uncle Murda, what's up Maino Ain't no place I cain't go, G-Unit indo Yes I'm blowing 50 packs, Lloyd Banks and Yayo Y'all know y'all my kin folk Catch me in BX, fucking with Terror Squad Or better yet in Harlem World fucking with Dipset You don't want your clique wet so please no disrespect All I know is quick attack so please no disrespect Q.U.E.E.N.S. North Jamaica Queens back down to Baisley Projects Or Westside Merrick, fucking with the towers Red rain drops on you mother fucking cowards Family so fucking real Yes I'm down to fucking kill I'm about the dollar bill Tryna see 100 mil Keep it real and don't lie Smoke blunts till I die Boy the trap on fire Hit the J, gone get high In the trap with hit squad killers Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga Keep it real and don't lie Smoke blunts till I die Boy this trap on fire Puff the J, gone get high In the trap with hit squad killers Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga
Writer(s): Phillip White, Jonathan Buck, Gloria Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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