Bricks

Lyrics

[Intro] So many bricks Ain't no money like trap money, woah [Chorus] In the trap house whippin' bricks, in my closet, there go bricks In my dresser, there go bricks, on the floor, there go some bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Broke, can't get no money, goddamn, that makes no sense I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money, goddamn, up off these bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks [Verse 1] Money talk and I be talkin' to them bosses (Bosses) Take a trip to the bank, goddamn I love deposits (Woah) And I can't fuck with you (No) if you on that opp shit When it's beef, I'm shootin' you (Bang bang bang) everywhere in the car way Trap house whippin' bricks (Bricks), finna pour me up a six (Six) Savage Squad, we with the shits (Shits), don't make us do a hit Rap game, trap game, same thang, still slangin' (Same thang) Even though a nigga rap and got a little fame (What) Can't never let no thot (No), can't get no clout off my name (No) Heard a nigga sneak dissin', guess he wanna be on the front page (What?) You ain't 'bout no money, then we ain't on the same page And I ain't getting rich off Rap, got rich off Cocaine [Chorus] In the trap house whippin' bricks, in my closet, there go bricks In my dresser, there go bricks, on the floor, there go some bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Broke, can't get no money, goddamn, that makes no sense I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money, goddamn, up off these bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks [Verse 2] 12 years old when I first started hustlin' Kept it low key, didn't even tell my mother I can't trust a soul, I think everybody undercover (Snitch) Paranoid, switchin' phones and changin' numbers (Yeah) Fake niggas make me sick (Sick), my trap house made me rich (Rich) I'm in love with money, never love a bitch (Nah) Same game, still the same (Squad), I ain't change for no change Still signed to my trap, middle finger to the rap game (Trap trap) Gino in the kitchen, whippin' up a whole thang Only savages in the squad, we don't fuck with no lames Smokin' on that gas pack, you can call it propane Just got some top from a thot and I ain't even know her name (Fuck that bitch!) [Chorus] In the trap house whippin' bricks, in my closet, there go bricks In my dresser, there go bricks, on the floor, there go some bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Broke, can't get no money, goddamn, that makes no sense I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money, goddamn, up off these bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks