a thousand bricks of mid on a 18 wheeler tractor truck plays on a hundred in the hood bitch i m pulling up turn a half into a whole rolling like a rolling stone trapping out a mobile home juugin off my mobile phone i m rollin i m rollin i m rollin through my neighborhood big youngsta hit me on my cell like bitch i hear you got the bells cuz you know i got them squares shout out to my plug he keep me on top of shit and shout out to this chopper try and stop me ima pop a bitch i came up off gas bags and pounds of mid fast cash i m jay z you dame dash another nigga dat ain t last 20 bricks of strong stashed in my lil brother room shit was stankin he couldn t take it had to use another room i swear i m tired of buying scales i ain t fuking wit the mail smokers chasing after me i ain t chasing after sales i got bricks on bricks on bricks i got licks on licks on licks i m a rapper wit a buzz still trappin like a bitch i been juugin and finessing tryna make me a play in the kitchen with my niggas they been whipping a cake i m in traffic in a charger i hope cuz beat the charges got that lighting like da chargers i ma fool with them revolvers riding in a junkie bucket i m rollin i m rollin the tags they stolen the narcs they scoping crumbs all in my seat i got bricks stashed in the beat i make they ass come to the east if they want spend money with me my flip phone my lick phone in 2 days that shit gone trap jumpin i m up i ain t laying down till the shit gone my shit look the nicest plus they can t beat my prices i been goin hard nightly in traffic without a license 