Bricks 4 The High - Dem Franchize Boyz feat Jim Jones & Damon Dash
[Dame Dash + Parlae]
How rich y'all n_ggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...B_tch!)
You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
N_gga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a f_ckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
N_gga I f_ckin hustle, n_gga I get money!
I can get money doin 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....
[Dame Dash]
N_gga I really do my thing
Kind of f_ckin hustlers are y'all?
[Buddie]
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 smokin plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks....
(all that man, I need a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's
[Pimpin']
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 n_gga's order
what you n_gga's wanna order?
06' Nino 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 goin for the high
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Now see I like the sh_t these n_ggaz is talkin
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm f_ckin 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
[Dame Dash]
I got houses in different continents n_gga!
N_gga I did my trips in London, remember that?
F_ck is wrong wit ya'll?!?
[Jizzal Man]
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 ridin a Honda Civic man
You'll never know it's me, but a n_gga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm dealin 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 n_gga's that like to pop (Pop)
You know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin 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!
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash + Jim Jones]
N_gga's get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
N_gga 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....
[Jim Jones]
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them n_gga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like f_ck it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, 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 droppin
[Parlae]
Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, F_ck wit me! (Westside! Aye f_ck 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 pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, like dead people
Keep my hand workin, 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 dope like Tina, And I beat it like I....
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
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
You see how I get down wit the get down
N_gga I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends, n_gga f_ck 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....
[Dame Dash]
F_ck is wrong wit y'all, n_gga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I done sold muthaf_ckin music, that sh_t was easy!!
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
I can get money in fashion, that sh_t was nuthin!!
In five years I started that sh_t, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch what the f_ck is gonna be now!!!
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