How rich y'all niggas wanna be franchize
You wanna be a millionaire D F B b**ch
You wanna be a billionaire 10 ho
Ni**a you wanna be what I wanna be 10 ho
I wanna be a f**kin' trillionaire 10 ho
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Ni**a I f**kin' hustle ni**a I get money
I can get money doing anything
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Ni**a I really do my thing
Kind of f**kin' hustlers are y'all
Yeah
I'm posted in that tip tip
And my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that Kush Kush
In my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low low
From smoking plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my Patna Mace
I'm shining on my haters signing deals so I'm a Paar
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
All that man I need a for a duece
It started in that temp flipping mid's by them O Z's
On the hill wit that sh*t from a custom border
Two gram fifties do the math for a quarter for a quarter
That's one I fulfill ni**a's order
What you ni**a's wanna order
06' Nine Brown flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth don't cut out my four ways
I stash purp pounds that's down for the drop days
And for my pay I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down and the rest going for the high
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Now see I like the sh*t these niggas is talking
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm f**kin' wit em hey
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
I got houses in different continents ni**a
Ni**a I did my trips in London remember that
F**k is wrong wit ya'll
I'm the boss of my own sh*t I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white so I never twurk touch and bust
My workers on the block so the work ain't even gotta touch
My money come in stacks stacks
And I know just how to get it man
A low profile might be riding a Honda Civic man
You'll never know it's me but a ni**a got the work holmes
I move it all day think he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so sweet sweet
And I'm dealing wit tha curribeans'
They come from cross the water masked taped to my europeans'
Supplyin' whole towns little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up leave the block wit a profit
For you ni**a's that like to pop pop
You know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters have you spinning like some wheels fool
This sh*t don't stop I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness I call this sh*t tha franchize
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Ni**a's get a million dollars and think they getting it Harlem
Ni**a I made my first million when I was a teenager dipset byrdgang
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Ugh Jones capo
Dipset them ni**a's know I'm bout this byrdgang
Spilling champagne all over Vision's Couches balling
Like f**k it tell Alex keep the cris' rolling keep it rolling
I'm getting drunk blowing w**d wit the pistols showin' watch em
Spending a couple K's up in stroker's right
Flyin up peachtree racing in the roster's the fast life
I'm so icy and I think they like me like me
Seven jeans sagging fitted cap and my white tee I'm fresh to death
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' daammnn
And you can see the stars when the ride dropping
Aye Jim Jones what's hatting
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele what's hatting
I got more crack than a curb f**k wit me westside aye f**k wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
And when the show's slow show's slow
I cook extra blow extra blow
Put the whip game on it get some extra dough extra dough
Keep the cars pulling up like it's Texaco Texaco
I can make it get stiff like dead people
Keep my hand working wit the mic or a egg beater egg beater
And ya bank account sh*t that's my pocket fare pocket fare
Residue on my clothes call it Roc A Wear Roc A Wear
I can beat it like my
I treat the d**e like Tina and I beat it like Ike
And I keep tha grass so you can call me the lawn man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
You see how I get down wit the get down
Ni**a I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends ni**a f**k is wrong wit you
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
F**k is wrong wit y'all ni**a I can sell whatever I wanna sell
I done sold muthaf**kin music that sh*t was easy
Started Roc A Fella and sold it
I can get money in fashion that sh*t was nothing
In five years I started that sh*t sold my part for thirty million
And let's watch what the f**k is gonna be now