How rich y'all wanna be? You be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire? Nigga, you wanna be what I be I wanna be a fuckin'
I got them bricks 4 the And the purp by the I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I hustle, nigga, I get money I can get money doin'
I got bricks 4 the high And the by the pound I'm on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I do my thing Kind of fuckin' hustlers are
I was posted in tip and my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean Jones I got the mild for the low from plenty optimos Tryna a quick flip like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' so I'm a pa G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks It started in that temp, mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit that shit a custom border Two gram, fifties, do the for a quarter That's one, I fulfill order you nigga's wanna order?
Oh six' Brown, flip the temp into the carter Rebirth, don't cut out my I stash pounds, that's down for the drop days And for my pay, I hit the trap when the I break one and the rest goin' for the high
I got them 4 the high And the purp by the I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down
I sound like the shit niggaz is talkin' hustla's recognize other real hustla's That's why I'm wit em
I got them bricks 4 the And the purp by the I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,
I got houses in different continents, I did my trips in London, remember that? Fuck is wrong wit
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the general Bricks lined up like cars at a I'm working hard white, so I never twurk, and bust My workers on the block, so the work ain't even gotta
My money come in stacks and I know how to get it, man A low profile, might be a Honda Civic, man never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my phone
Connects so sweet and I'm wit tha Carribeans They come from 'cross the Masked, to my Europeans Supplyin', whole towns, little in the projects Tryna double my money up, leave the wit a profit
For you nigga's that like to pop, you know I got pills too Getcha you a of splitters Have you spinnin' some wheels fool This shit don't stop, I move this work I got my own bizness, I call this tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the And the purp by the I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down
get a million dollars and think they gettin' it? Nigga, I made my first million when I was a
I got them 4 the high And the purp by the I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down
Jones, Capo, Dipset, them niggas know I'm this Spillin' champagne, all over couches Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' I'm gettin' blowin' weed wit the pistols showin'
a couple K's up in Stroker's Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the I'm so icy and I think they me
Seven saggin', fitted cap and my white tee The foreign cars got they poppin' And you can see the stars when the droppin'
Aye, Jim Let ya boy Parlae get some of that clientele I got crack than a curb, fuck wit me I'm iced out and snow like an Eskimo And when the slow, I cook extra blow
Put the game on it, get some extra dough the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco I can make it get stiff dead people my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg beater
And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket Residue on my clothes, call it I can beat it like my, I treat the dope like
And I it like I And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the I ride wit chickens like I came from a farm, man
I got bricks 4 the high And the purp by the I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down
You see how I get wit the get down Nigga, I got a car for every day of the And two other cars for the Nigga, fuck is wit you?
I got them bricks 4 the And the by the pound I'm on the block till the sun go down, down
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, I can sell whatever I sell I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was Roc-A-Fella and sold it
I can get in fashion, that shit was nuthin' In five I started that shit my part for thirty million And let's what the fuck is gonna be now