Brick on My Wrist

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeh, yeh Ayyye, ouu Yeh, yeh [Chorus] I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist Yeh, yeh I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist Yeh, yeh I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist Yeh, yeh [Verse] I got a brick on my wrist They like, "How does it feel to be rich?" Yeh, yeh, I got a brick on my wrist I might pull up on you with a stick Yeh, yeh, I'm driving the Wraith rocking Cartier (Ayyye), oops, I meant to say Bartier I ain't worried bout' no beef cause' my killers one call away Gotta thick lil bitch finna put on my underwear Got Dior on my body from my head to my feet I you play with my brother then you dead in a week I got a bust down Rollie and my diamonds on freeze Puerto Rican bitch more wet than a beach Off White and Bape, I don't really wear Supreme I might take a percocet, but I don't fuck with the lean I used to post up and sell hard, but now I serve P's And if a nigga fuck with Julo, imma make a nigga blow up I got custos' walking through the front door Yeah, we stacking up hunchos, but we still watching for the undos And I'm ballin', but I hawk a nigga like Mutombo I was trappin' in the hood now I'm trappin' out the condo Tell your bitch quit calling me, she acting like a bug You was selling outside, we was selling out drugs Gotta play on the road, niggas know how it go I'm finna send lil bro with the packs on the bus On gang, we stepping on shit like the floor I got 200 racks right now on my Dior I'm outta town, need some Backwoods, nigga where the store at? Gay ass niggas probably hating on the 'Gram, but I ignore it I got junkies in the halls, got your bitch on my couch A lot of traffic at the spot, yeah, they walking in and out Nigga hating, but he so broke, he can't buy a ounce All the money that I got, I forgot that amount Brand new Ferrari outside with the doors up nigga What you need, I got you just hold up, nigga? Got lil kid money, need to grow up nigga And if you play with the fam, get smoked lil nigga And how could I care what a broke nigga thank, when I'm rich than a bitch, walking in and out the bank? Check the forecast, diamonds on my wrist made it rain All the dirt that I did in the streets, made a name [Chorus] I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist Yeh, yeh I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist Yeh, yeh I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist Yeh, yeh