Brick To a Million lyrics

[Intro: Master P]
New n*ggas wearin' dresses
f*ck it, I ain't scared to address it
Gangsta n*ggas on skateboards?
I'm at the house breakin' muthaf*ckin' headboards
Real n*ggas stand up, three dollar n*ggas y'all man up
Real n*ggas stand up, I ain't hatin', three dollar n*ggas man up

[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 1: Master P]
Hatin’ n*ggas just ride off
I’m the corporation, b*tch, and the bylaw
You the muthaf*ckin' secretary
You got on lipstick, n*gga, lookin' hella scary
b*tch n*gga be gone, b*tch
Starin' at me, what’s wrong, b*tch?
I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Ho n*gga, you got a Louis purse
b*tch n*gga, you ain’t right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
And you know your b*tch ass can’t even fight
[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don’t give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don’t give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
sl*tty boy gang, b*tch – who I came with?
Three hoes, one date, f*ckin' with the same di*k
No metro, .38 Special
Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol
That's a no-no, Louis, no logo
Liquor store, f*ck the pus*y up and down, pogo
What's next? High-def, shoot slow-mo
In between her legs, turn my dreads into cornrows
Find me f*ckin' on a badass ho
LA beat with the DC flow
Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low
Got a n*gga out the streets, stripper b*tch for my bro

[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
Aye, what these faggot n*ggas on, P?
Me an Trel Louis'd down all in DC
Aye, I see these n*ggas made hoes choose ‘em
Rare b*tch, green eyes with a big booty
You'll get your sh*t pushed back for the right fact
I got them fakers on sight, we gon' eat that
Ain’t with the new cool, we just gettin' money
Foreign whips, candy paint, they gon' look funny
I got 10 exotic b*tches for the foreign car
Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon' f*ck ‘em all
Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon
Master P, five mil', just one album

[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a f*ck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Outro: Master P]
Brick to a million bucks
Brick, brick to a million bucks