
Bricks Fredo Santana
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[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 fuck with you (No) if you on that opp shit
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 shits (Shits), don't make us do a hit
Rap game, trap game, same thang, still slangin' (Same thang)
Even though a nigga 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 nigga 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
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 fuck with you (No) if you on that opp shit
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 shits (Shits), don't make us do a hit
Rap game, trap game, same thang, still slangin' (Same thang)
Even though a nigga 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 nigga 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
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