Текст песни
Fuck a brick boy you ever move a nick
I had dimes had apes had zips
I left the work in the whip it got bipped
Trip to the liquor store it turns into a lick
Just another day in Crisley City niggas on they paper route
Might as well make some money cause most likely you won't make it out
What's all of that hatin bout
Oh you mad cause I'm gettin to it
Through the Metropolitan they say my shit is booming
I'm back on my hustle wait no I never been off it
cllergic to broke empty pockets they make me nauseous
Priscilla and Thang hit the strip club and tossed it
In my circle big we about to make a march
Numbers runnin up and they keep runnin like a faucet
I done seen more C notes than a guitar pick
Point blank period Sean dead serious
Brick by brick now that's how you make a pyramid look
cnd I'ma take that dick and I'ma take that dick
Make it stack spin it I'ma make it back
Shoebox full of racks big money
Gettin to it hatin on it
cnd I'ma take that dick and stack spin it
I'ma make it back shoebox full of racks big money
Gettin to it hatin on it
Not yet you know me then you owe me so pay me don't play me
I was born in the 80's surrounded by dealers daily
Why I'm out here pitchin out here grittin
Get into this Grady put that on my OG
He just copped a six Mercedes
Motivation for the pushes inspiration to the gang
They just wanted the whips wanted the jewelry
I had a different aim
Like some LLCs under my name that's a bigger chain
I know I'm supposed to be sold not to be told
Fuck it I'm giving game
Liquidate them dollars invest in a beauty parlor
Might happen if you get smarter
That's some advice from a lawyer ex
Wonderin how much your boy can make
My mind's in the Golden State
Your rollie I know it's fake
My wallet's so overweight
My look nah I been down before
Back when I ain't had pounds to blow