[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Fo’ numbers
One, Zero, One, Seven
(Brick Sqaud)
(Motherfucker!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Kingpins need kilos; junkies, they need Brillo
Brick squad cool, otherside of the pillow
Knots can't fold; money long as a limo
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro; he say ‘I'm his hero’
Fat bankroll, you think we play ‘Cee-Lo’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My mama couldn’t prepare me, man
It’s unpreparable
Cross brick squad, my n***a; It’s unrepairable
Gucci, Flocka, bloodline thick, yeah
We inseparable
And I don't give a damn you broke, ‘cause I ain't helping you…
Matter of fact, what makes you so damn special bruh?
Better go and buy you a ‘deuce’, skirt-skirt your extras up
Who's that at my door? Oh, that's a regular
He don’t want nun, but a 7; but what I bought it for?
Gangster rapper, crossover quick, Jamal Crawford ya
“Gucci keep that white bitch wit’ him” I Charles Barkley ya
In Vegas I keep throwin 3-4's I Herschel Walker ya
And “Gucci keep the hammer with him like he a carpenter”
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka]
Kingpins need kilos; junkies, they need Brillo
Brick squad cool, otherside of the pillow
Knots can't fold; money long as a limo
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro; he say ‘I'm his hero’
Fat bankroll, you think we play ‘Cee-Lo’

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
This 10 piece on my wrist-
That what took yo’ bitch!
These forgi's offsets-
Got my old school on flex
I pull up, jump out; the hoes break they neck
You can look and me and tell I’m all about a check
My ATL n***a call it ‘Juugin’, my n***a we call it ‘Cone’n’
That loud shit gottem' beatin down my trap house do’ down early in the morning
8:30 am and I ain't been asleep
Drinking codeine while I'm selling these p's
Same clothes 3 days, runnin' thru a buck
Filthy bitch, ain't never seen another n***a like me
All I need is a plug and a scale
Box of Zip-Lock sandwich bags
And a mutherfukin’ bale!
Kingpin, I'm selling it
The streets turned sour
Seem like everybody tellin it
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka]
Kingpins need kilos; junkies, they need Brillo
Brick squad cool, otherside of the pillow
Knots can't fold; money long as a limo
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro; he say ‘I'm his hero’
Fat bankroll, you think we play ‘Cee-Lo’

[Verse 3: Peewee Longway]
‘Kingpin Peewee’, got ‘Heat’ like Robert De Niro
My 3 cone ice cream hittin', it’s full of VV
My bitch she know I'm crippin'
She rock nothin' but Chanel C-C
Her little brother, that’s the homie
He admire ‘Drug-Lord Longway’
Told him, “Rock them racks, The Longway”
Get you a pack and get it gone the same day
First class n***a, don’t get de-layed
We in ‘Liv’s’ and we ain’t sippin’ on ‘Ace-of-Spades’
On lean don't need no security
.4-5 on me, molly got me scered
N***a, that’s 5 freaks, in their skirt
Must be ‘Twerk-Team’, girl let’s twerk
Everybody ‘round me got that work
Brick-Sqaud, Brick-Sqaud, my trap jerk
M.P.A n***as got gas and lean
And they gon’ serve bricks, to the- feins
Diamonds flawless; Sub-Zero, freeze
I'm a kingpin, who need OG?
My wrist, a few quarter ki’s
Just left Florida, with Florida ki’s
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame]
Kingpins need kilos; junkies, they need Brillo
Brick squad cool, otherside of the pillow
Knots can't fold; money long as a limo
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro; he say ‘I'm his hero’
Fat bankroll, you think we play ‘Cee-Lo’