wild out wild out Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money [Chorus:] Young money brick squad [x2] Young money [x3] Brick squad Young money
youth that sell drugs for the love of money Even internet scandals for the love of money Even basketball handles for the love of money Pure passion is clashin' with the love of money
out wild out Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money [Chorus:] Young money brick squad [x2] Young money [x3] Brick squad Young money
pretend I didn?t hear all your lies Now I know that?s not right I don?t need to feel this way I?ll do fine I?ll be fine And I?m wasting all my money
pass me the guard I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car mask and flames
get blast off The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame
he get his cash on let off with no mask on. Pussy ya heart pumpin' but ya brain gone (brain gone...) Leave somethin' sweet I'll snatch the heat - get the flame goin'. (flame
wood for da fire Sex price getting higher, ah more money she require House, car , and land she desire so from di prostitution work she won't retire Flames
nigga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money) Now tell me
mass amounts In this society where only gettin the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money
Times Involved My Gat And Murdering In Mass Amounts. I Started Out As A Beginner Entered A Criminal Life Stile And Became The Center. I Made My Money
shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles R1 One wheel,
can get ya wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard
Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha) [Chorus: repeat 2X] You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash Cause for the money
the tip of the clip I let it rip Now run, cover your mother it's on cocksucker F-ck around, have a peice of your brain blown Hop up on that long Tre pound, flame
