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Brick to a Million (feat. Alley Boy & Fat Trel)

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New niggas wearin' dresses Fuck it 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 Candy paint on my foreign whip (Foreign whip) Frito Lay we got corn chips (Corn chips) Middle finger we don't give a fuck (Give a fuck) Turn a brick to a million bucks (Million bucks) Candy paint on my foreign whip (Foreign whip) Frito Lay we got corn chips (Corn chips) Middle finger we don't give a fuck (Give a fuck) Turn a brick to a million bucks (Million bucks) 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 (Aint 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 (Even fight) Candy paint on my foreign whip (Foreign whip) Frito Lay we got corn chips (Corn chips) Middle finger we don't give a fuck (Give a fuck) Turn a brick to a million bucks (Million bucks) Candy paint on my foreign whip (Whips) Frito Lay we got corn chips (Got Chips) Middle finger we don't give a fuck (Ow) Turn a brick to a million bucks Slutty boy gang bitch Who I came with Three hoes one date fuckin' with the same dick No na no metro Thirty-Eight special Left when she asked for some snaps on the petro That's a no-no Louis no logo Liquor store fuck the pussy up and down pogo What's next? High-def shoot slow-mo In between her legs turn my dreads into cornrows Find me fuckin' on a badass ho LA beat with the DC flow Louis V sheets so she keep it on the low Got a nigga out the streets Stripper bitch for my bro (Bro) (Bro) (Bro) 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 (Yeah) Frito Lay we got corn chips (Yeah) Middle finger we don't give a fuck (We're the mob bitches) Turn a brick to a million bucks Eyyyy What these faggot niggas on P? (What they on P) Me an Trel Louis'd down all in DC Aye... I see these niggas made hoes choose 'em Rare bitch, green eyes with a big booty You'll get your shit pushed back for the right fact I got them fakers on sight we gon' eat that I ain't with the new cool we just gettin' money Foreign whips, candy paint, that gon' look funny I got 10 exotic bitches for the foreign car Quarter piece, groupie hoes, we gon' fuck 'em all Mr. Chow err' day, sushi roll salmon Master P, five mil', just one albub Candy paint on my foreign whip Frito Lay we got corn chip (We got corn chips) Middle finger we don't give a fuck (We don't give a fuck) Turn a brick to a million bucks (Million bucks) Candy paint on my foreign whip (Foreign whip) Frito Lay we got corn chips (We got Corn chips) Middle finger we don't give a fuck (We don't give a fuck) Turn a brick to a million bucks (Million bucks) Brick to a million bucks Brick Brick to a million bucks (Million bucks) (Million bucks) (Million Bucks)