Brick To a Million Master P (Ft. Alley Boy & Fat Trel)

[Intro: Master P]
New niggas wearin' dresses
Fuck it, I ain't scared to address it
Gangsta niggas on skateboards?
I'm at the house breakin' muthafuckin' headboards
Real niggas stand up, three dollar niggas y'all man up
Real niggas stand up, I ain't hatin', three dollar niggas man up

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

[Verse 1: Master P]
Hatin’ niggas just ride off
I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw
You the muthafuckin' secretary
You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin' hella scary
Bitch nigga be gone, bitch
Starin' at me, what’s wrong, bitch?
I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Ho nigga, you got a Louis purse
Bitch nigga, you ain’t right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
And you know your bitch ass can’t even fight