Lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones] Vamp life, Dripset Sauce boys, we drippin' in this fly shit You already know, man Double H, that's Houston and Harlem [Chorus: Sauce Walka] I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick, I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick Yeah, I mastered as a brick on me Pinky ring, that's a brick on me 3 or 4 chopper sticks on me Cause I always got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick, I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick Yeah, I mastered as a brick on me Pinky ring, that's a brick on me 3 or 4 chopper sticks on me Cause I always got a brick on me [Verse 1: Jim Jones] I'm bustin' moves till the check clear Might bust a move, take a jet there Had the drop when I get there So I could drop the top, get fresh air Ball harder, getting fresh gear Pissy drunk when I left there Got 5 karats in my left ear I be driving cars out the next year Blowing smoke when the ceiling move Baggin' bitches when they feeling you Banana clips and gorilla glue Quarter mil' a whip, how killers move Pussy good, but I peep game I'm big pimpin' like Sweet James Heat game, them floor seats Them por seats is suede, bitch, I I got it out the mud, I'm made bitch, not made rich, I I sold coke, I cooked it, I shaved it, I Got sticks on me, got sticks on me Got a brick on me Got a big watch This a lick, get hit, homie, like [Chorus: Sauce Walka] I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick, I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick Yeah, I mastered as a brick on me Pinky ring, that's a brick on me 3 or 4 chopper sticks on me Cause I always got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick, I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick Yeah, I mastered as a brick on me Pinky ring, that's a brick on me 3 or 4 chopper sticks on me Cause I always got a brick on me [Verse 2: Sauce Walka] I got a bitch with me separated PLR, double drum, night vision decorated All of my sodas is medicated None of my songs is fabricated None of my bitches is close to basic I really been paid I ain't gotta fake it They say "Sauce, your career should be bigger" What? I bought a Rari 'fore I made it Bent the corner, million dollars on diamonds 'fore I touched the billboard playlist Been in LA, breakin' Hollywood TV hoes that's on the A-list I display flavor so epicly Big money from rap you will never see Put the mink on the bitch like the '70s In a meeting with my dogs with a pedigree Sauced up my city, the legacy I'ma keep poppin' these rappers that's scared of me None of these niggas ahead of me None of these niggas compare to me I came in the game with a hundred piece You came in the game with your jewelry leased Without this rap shit, I'm still a beast You got rich off music, not from the streets [Chorus: Sauce Walka] I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick, I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick Yeah, I mastered as a brick on me Pinky ring, that's a brick on me 3 or 4 chopper sticks on me Cause I always got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick, I got a brick on me I got a brick on me I got a brick Yeah, I mastered as a brick on me Pinky ring, that's a brick on me 3 or 4 chopper sticks on me Cause I always got a brick on me