Fredo Santana

Fredo Santana - Bricks lyrics

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(Hook)

In the trap house with 'em bricks

In my closet there go bricks

And my dresser, there go bricks

On the floor, there go some bricks

Bricks, bricks, damn I luv 'em bricks

Bricks, bricks, damn I luv 'em bricks

Bro can't get no money

God damn that don't make no sense

I"m rich I'm getting all this money

God damn up off these bricks

Bricks, bricks, damn I luv 'em bricks

Bricks, bricks, damn I luv 'em bricks

(Verse)

Money talk, and I be talkin' to 'em bosses

Makin' trips to the bank, goddamn, I luv deposits

And I can't focus you away from yo own life shit

When it's beef, I'm shootin' you, whoeva you in the cloud with

Trap house with 'em bricks, flip on me, I'm the _______(?)

Top squad, we with the shits, don't make us do a hit

Afghan, Trap Gang, same things to you slang

We been do it in Iraq and I got a lil fame

Neva let no dot can get no cloud on my name

All the neighbors sneak dissin', that's gon' be on the front page

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

And I ain't get witchy'all bruh, I'm rich as cocaine

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

12 years old when I first started hustlin'

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

I can't trust him so I think he highly undercover

Now I know he switchin' phones and changin' numbers

Fake ____(?) made me sick, my trap house made me rich

I'm in luv with money, neva luv a bitch

Slang game still the same, I ain't change fo' no chain

Still sayin' to my trap 'middle finger to the rap game'

Dido in the kitchen, whippin' up a whole thang

Only _____(?) in the squad, we don't fuck with no lames

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

Got some child from a thot and I ain't even know her name

(Hook)

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