A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush s**t, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush s**t, hell yeah

This that arm on my kush s**t
My girlfriend think she President Bush, bitch, hell yeah
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 hood rich
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 bulls**t, Gucci don`t condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexin`
I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus

A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush s**t, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush s**t, hell yeah

I be the Brick Squad youngin`, stankin` like a funyan
All these otha rap ni**as toed like a Bunyan
I`m B-S and you B-S but I`m Brick Squad and you bulls**t
Pistol like a Chaperon, we goin` on a school trip

Places that you never seen blowin` on that stupid green
Rollin` on a stupid beam, hit the scene in Limousine
Codine, promthzine, diamonds I`m my pinky ring
Ni**a, what the f**k you mean? Brick Squad 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 Gucci flock, they like, "Who is it?"
Slim dunkin` in this mothaf**k, cut the chicken

A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush s**t, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush S**t, hell yeah

It`s big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release, my ni**a, no lights out, lights out
Creep on in silence, why do I pull more violence?
We`re non-violent

While my tatoos smilin` to remind me
Of the time they robbed me with no problems
Now my problems solved and they rovolvin` around
All these [Incomprehensible]

Stretch from here to Compton, to Bouldacrest
[Incomprehensible]
That`s somethin` to those who have nothin`
No bluffin`, Brick Squad no, cuffin`

A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush s**t, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid s**t, hell yeah
This that s**t that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush s**t, hell yeah
This that President Bush s**t, hell yeah