Bricks lyrics

by

QUE.


[Intro]
So many bricks
Ain't no money like trap money, woah

[Chorus]
In the trap house whippin' bricks, in my closet, there go bricks
In my dresser, there go bricks, on the floor, there go some bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Broke, can't get no money, goddamn, that makes no sense
I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money, goddamn, up off these bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks

[Verse 1]
Money talk and I be talkin' to them bosses (Bosses)
Take a trip to the bank, goddamn I love deposits (Woah)
And I can't f*ck with you (No) if you on that opp sh*t
When it's beef, I'm shootin' you (Bang bang bang) everywhere in the car way
Trap house whippin' bricks (Bricks), finna pour me up a six (Six)
Savage Squad, we with the sh*ts (sh*ts), don't make us do a hit
Rap game, trap game, same thang, still slangin' (Same thang)
Even though a n*gga rap and got a little fame (What)
Can't never let no thot (No), can't get no clout off my name (No)
Heard a n*gga sneak dissin', guess he wanna be on the front page (What?)
You ain't 'bout no money, then we ain't on the same page
And I ain't getting rich off Rap, got rich off Cocaine
[Chorus]
In the trap house whippin' bricks, in my closet, there go bricks
In my dresser, there go bricks, on the floor, there go some bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Broke, can't get no money, goddamn, that makes no sense
I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money, goddamn, up off these bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks

[Verse 2]
12 years old when I first started hustlin'
Kept it low key, didn't even tell my mother
I can't trust a soul, I think everybody undercover (Snitch)
Paranoid, switchin' phones and changin' numbers (Yeah)
Fake n*ggas make me sick (Sick), my trap house made me rich (Rich)
I'm in love with money, never love a b*tch (Nah)
Same game, still the same (Squad), I ain't change for no change
Still signed to my trap, middle finger to the rap game (Trap trap)
Gino in the kitchen, whippin' up a whole thang
Only savages in the squad, we don't f*ck with no lames
Smokin' on that gas pack, you can call it propane
Just got some top from a thot and I ain't even know her name (f*ck that b*tch!)

[Chorus]
In the trap house whippin' bricks, in my closet, there go bricks
In my dresser, there go bricks, on the floor, there go some bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Broke, can't get no money, goddamn, that makes no sense
I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money, goddamn, up off these bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
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