Bricks Lyrics - Singles - Fredo Santana

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 

Brokes can't get no money 

Goddamn, that makes no sense 

I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money 

Goddamn, I'm off these bricks 

Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks 

Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks 

Money talk and I be talking to them bosses 

Take a trip to the bank, goddamn I love deposits 

And I can't fuck with you if you on that opp shit 

When it's beef, I'm shootin' at you whenever you are a coward 

Trap house whippin' bricks 

Finna pour me up a six 

Tell the squad with the shits 

Don't make us do a hit 

Rap game trap game, same thang, still slangin' 

(?) a nigga rob and I got a lil' fade 

Can't never let no thot, can't get no clout on my name 

Heard a nigga sneak dissing, guess he wanna be on the front page 

You ain't 'bout no money, then we ain't on the same page 

And I ain't getting along with yo ass, got rich off cocaine 

Twelve years old when I first started hustlin' 

Kept it low key, didn't even tell my mother 

I can't trust her, everybody undercover 

Paranoid, switching phones and changing numbers 

Fake niggas make me sick 

My trap house made me rich 

I'm in love with money, never love a bitch 

Same game, still the same 

Never change, fuck no change 

Still sellin' in my trap, middle finger to the rap game 

You know I'm in the kitchen, whippin' up a whole thang 

Only savages in the squad, we don't fuck with no lames 

Smokin' on that gas pack, you can call it propane 

Just got some top from a thot and I ain't even know her name 

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