A thousand of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, yeah This that Bush shit, hell yeah
A bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, yeah This that President Bush shit, hell
This that arm on my shit My girlfriend think she Bush, bitch, hell yeah And I'm off that lean shit My brotha Duke keep on me that green shit
Fuck jail, time and I'm hood rich I'm in zone 6 and I throw it like the first pitch My yellow in the front and I parked it A black chick in heels, match the carpet
I'm pullin' up to the club I own it with that bullshit, Gucci don't condone it My tolerance get low with the I woke up, my main chick a Lexus
A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell This that President Bush shit, hell
A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah This shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell that President Bush shit, hell yeah
I be the Brick Squad youngin', stankin' a funyan All these rap niggas toed like a Bunyan I'm B-S and you B-S but I'm Brick and you bullshit Pistol like a Chaperon, we goin' on a school
Places that you never seen on that stupid green on a stupid beam, hit the scene in Limousine Codine, promthzine, I'm my pinky ring Nigga, what the fuck you mean? Brick Squad dream
I got to blow, naw, I ain't drizzy Money make the go round, that's why I'm dizzy Standin' behind flock, they like, "Who is it?" dunkin' in this mothafuck, cut the chicken
A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President shit, hell yeah
A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah This shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush Shit, yeah
big Gucci, excuse me while I ball Until my release, my nigga, no lights out, out Creep on in silence, why do I pull violence? non-violent
While my tatoos to remind me Of the time they robbed me no problems Now my problems and they rovolvin' around All these
from here to Compton, to Bouldacrest That's to those who have nothin' No bluffin', Brick Squad no,
A thousand of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah Hundred of that kush shit, hell yeah that President Bush shit, hell yeah
A thousand of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah Hundred of that kush shit, hell yeah that President Bush shit, hell yeah