[Intro: DJ Holiday]
Quiet? No I can't be quiet
Shit, every time I talk that's Brick Fam. Holiday!
That's 185 right there
Yo Gucc! I know you got like ten birds when we walk in the club n***a
You know what it is, Trap Back baby! The streets is hungry

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Eighty grand in my Robin jeans
It's hot outside, but I'm coolin' it
Top on down but I'm losing it
Mind gone with a foreign chick
With a Tech-9 with a cooling kit
Got the black jeans with the wings on 'em
Gucci shoes, no shoe-strings
Shit, every word means two things
So the white girl is my boo thang
And I'll come in due time, in the drop head at the blue flame
And I don't like to see no new faces
Cause I don't like to learn no new names
I go to sleep in foreign places
Wake up, count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases, pillowcases, I'm two-faced

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Millionaire with Trues on in a stash house with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half a mil' in your bank account
N***a, serve dope in my zone
Cooking the work with no gloves on
So the junkies can get they grub on
I'm a OG with capital letters
On Capital Ave. with white leathers
In a '68 Camaro, no top on, I'm put together
I got salt and pepper, no Spindarella
Stupid cheese, that's Mozerella
Bust 'em open, put 'em back together
Then sell them to you, ahead of schedule

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
I heard a price tag on my head! (Flocka!)
I'm a walking lick!
N***a, come and try, you gon end up dead bitch
I'm out here roadkill, my n***as they so for real
Twenty minutes from my hood, I don't need no house on the hill!
Reachin for my tech, your mama better write your will
Shit gon' get ugly, my youngins pop about two pills
Where them n***as before and with this record deal
Me and Gucci Mane, bitch, we hard to kill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)
I-I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, talking shit
(W-walking lick, I'm a talking brick, t-talking shit)