Bricks lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
I know (I know)
You wanna go (Migo!)(you wanna go)
I know (I know)
You wanna go (Yuh, rich n*gga)(you wanna go)
Come on (Come on)
We takin' off (We takin' off)
And I know you don't wanna miss this plane (Go, go)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Started with a hundred bricks (Bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, b*tch (b*tch, b*tch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (Mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waitin' (Bands)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up)
Boy, you got me f*cked up (Ooh, agh)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up)
Goddamn, you got me f*cked up (Quavo)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Damn, fill my cup up, damn, you got me f*cked up (Agh, agh)
Every ugly b*tch in here they lookin' bad as f*ck (Bad, bad)
She popped a molly, ooh, look at her tongue (Molly)
The b*tch that came with me said they want some (Ooh)
Just look at that, Forrest, look at that, Forrest, run (Run)
Got pink in my cup, it's not lookin' like just a bubblegum (Lean, lean)
I'm askin' the b*tch what's her name, she tellin' me Cinnamon (Cinnamon)
I want to put all of my glaze on you like a Cinnabon (Go, Cinnabon, go)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Started with a hundred bricks (Bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, b*tch (b*tch, b*tch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (Mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waitin' (Bands)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up)
Boy, you got me f*cked up (Ooh, agh)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up)
Goddamn, you got me f*cked up

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Lil' mama lookin' so gorgeous (Lil' mama)
She ask me "can I afford it" (She did it)
I told her, "b*tch, you got me f*cked up"
My Migos chain can pay your mortgage (Migo)
Twenty-four K on my toilet
Pockets enormous, callin' me Norbit (Damn)
Take it from Migos, I'm makin' Tostitos illegal, I might get deported (Immigrant)
You n*ggas be trippin', you f*cked up
If you thinkin' you gon' catch me slippin' (Kla, kla, kla, kla)
Leavin' no witness, Grinch comin' through your chimney (Bow)
I got the Bobby, the Britney, the Iggy
Sorry, I ran outta Whitney (Ooh)
Young n*gga, I'm makin' history
Before I die, you gon' remember me (Takeoff)
[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
I know you wanna go
I know you wanna go (Uh)
Come on, we takin' off (Go, go)
And I know you don't wanna miss this plane (Go, go)

[Chorus: Quavo & Offset]
Started with a hundred bricks (Bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, b*tch (b*tch, b*tch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (Mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waitin' (Bands)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up)
Boy, you got me f*cked up (Ooh, agh)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up, Offset)
Goddamn, you got me f*cked up (Oh)

[Verse 3: Offset]
She grindin' her teeth like she hungry (Ah)
Poppin' the molly, she horny (Ooh)
She talkin' too much, she annoyin' (Huh)
She givin' out blowjobs, no employment (Uh)
My diamonds anemic, she sneakin' and geekin' (Uh)
She said she got a n*gga, tell him she cheatin' (Woo)
It's been a whole weekend, so when are you leavin'? (Huh)
Just suck on the di*k, baby girl, don't be teasin' (Ooh, oh, ayy)
My neck is so sick, somebody come and treat it (Ooh, ooh, agh)
Migos in the buildin', sold out arenas (Migos)
Come get yo b*tch out the session, my n*gga (Ooh)
She smokin' up all of the reefer
Leave my two liter, don't do margaritas (Leave)
This sh*t that we smokin' is louder than speakers (Oh)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Started with a hundred bricks (Bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I sold out, b*tch (b*tch, b*tch)
My mama said, "Stay patient" (Mama, mama)
Hundred bands, I ain't waitin' (Bands)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up)
Boy, you got me f*cked up (Ooh)
I'm figgity figgity f*cked up (f*cked up, f*cked up)
Goddamn, you got me f*cked up
(Damn, damn, damn)
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