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Bricks (Prod @DPBEATS X @HURTBOYAG)

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

Brokes can't get no money

Goddamn, that makes no sense

I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money

Goddamn, I'm off these bricks

Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks

Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks

Money talk and I be talking to them bosses

Take a trip to the bank, goddamn I love deposits

And I can't fuck with you if you on that opp shit

When it's beef, I'm shootin' at you whenever you are a coward

Trap house whippin' bricks

Finna pour me up a six

Tell the squad with the shits

Don't make us do a hit

Rap game trap game, same thang, still slangin'

(?) a nigga rob and I got a lil' fade

Can't never let no thot, can't get no clout on my name

Heard a nigga sneak dissing, guess he wanna be on the front page

You ain't 'bout no money, then we ain't on the same page

And I ain't getting along with yo ass, got rich off cocaine

Twelve years old when I first started hustlin'

Kept it low key, didn't even tell my mother

I can't trust her, everybody undercover

Paranoid, switching phones and changing numbers

Fake niggas make me sick

My trap house made me rich

I'm in love with money, never love a bitch

Same game, still the same

Never change, fuck no change

Still sellin' in my trap, middle finger to the rap game

You know I'm in the kitchen, whippin' up a whole thang

Only savages in the squad, we don't fuck 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

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