One Squad

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] I'ma forever stay hood, millionaire eating ramen noodles One gat, one blunt, one bitch unh (x2) You ain't never meet a person like me Millionaire like Tyler P Aye, I ain't gone stop, man, run that back, man, run that back, man, run that back, man This kush a hit, Flocka! Bitches get hype when I don't write [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I'ma forever stay hood, millionaire eating ramen noodles One gat, one blunt, one bitch, unh. [x2] You ain't never meet a person like me Millionaire like Tyler P 'Bout a dollar, my G Couple beans and some lean Now it's hard to see Little kids wanna be like Flocka when they grow up 22 weeks straight, "No Hands," now I'm blown up Pockets got deluxe Like, woop, I'ma grunt, this is how my block roll Shout out to Blair Niggas say I can't rap, I dont motherfucking care Birds on my gear Own clothing line, iced out watch Call it killing time, unh [Verse 2: Blair Maxberry] Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye One girl, one blunt, one life, one dick One nigga with a dream right here, right here Nigga with a dream right here, right here One nigga with a dream right here, right here Millionaire status, still rocking dirty Chucks I feel flyer, then bout 30 ducks Brick Squad, what the fuck you thought I represent? I think they got me twisted cause I'm fresher then the President (Obama!) They don't know about, all the girls at my residents Haters think I'm a party animal and elephant (Oh no!) But girl, I'm so anti-celibate BSM rockstar, fucking hoes for the hell of it [?] [Verse 3: P. Smurf] West Side Daddy, long ass mink Old school Chevy, [?] Brick Squad pimp, what the fuck you mean? 30 inch rims, [?] [?] I've been the the county like Robert Downey White bitch in the alley with a pound of Maui New escalade sitting on some 30 inch rims, yeah bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it The Maserati [?] [?] I came from the gutter, got a house on the water Fuck the world, do it all for my son and daughter West Side Daddy put the candy on the caddy Got the bitch all [?], and I took her to the valley Hop up in another car, trying to get a little money [?] [Verse 4: Cartier Kitten] [?] [Verse 5: Waka Flocka Flame] All I know is hustle, hustle, hustle The dread head russle you ain't dead, I can't trust you Never lift a weight, in my hood I got muscle Nigga this the life bad bitches rollin purple Southside on the beat so I know I'm making millions Stacks on stacks, I'm like motherfuck the ceiling I'm from Grove Street, L I M E Green flag, right side, sag, unh Benjamin Flocka, Benjamin Flocka, two Glocks and a choppa' Benjamin Flocka, Benjamin Flocka, two bad bitches, one Glock and a choppa' Benjamin Flocka, bitch, I talk, walk money I dont mean to brag, personality hella good, I got swag Nigga, Fucka, Clucka