Lirik Lagu Bricks 4 The High - Dem Franchize Boyz
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(feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones)
[Dame Dash + Parlae]How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Nigga I fuckin hustle, nigga I get money!I can get money doin anything!
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Nigga I really do my thingKind of fuckin hustlers are y'all?
[Buddie]yeah...I'm posted in that tip (Tip)And my homeboy homeBlew an ounce of that kush (Kush)In my sean john jonesI got the mild for the low (Low)From smokin plenty optimosTryna make a quick flip, like my patna MaceoI'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 shit from a custom borderTwo gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)That's one, I fulfill nigga's orderwhat you nigga's wanna order?06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carterRebirth! don't cut out my four-waysI stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop daysAnd for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunriseI break one down, and the rest goin for the high
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Now see I like the shit these niggaz is talkinReal hustla's recognize other real hustla'sThat's why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down
[Dame Dash]I got houses in different continents nigga!Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!?
[Jizzal Man]I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling generalBricks lined up like, cars at a funeralI'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bustMy workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touchMy money come in stacks (Stacks)And I know just how to get it manA low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic manYou'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmesI move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phoneConnects 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 projectsTryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profitFor you nigga's that like to pop (Pop)You know I got them pills tooGetcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels foolThis shit don't stop, I move this work clockwiseI got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize!
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash + Jim Jones]Nigga's get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Jim Jones]Ugh....Jones, Capo!Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)Like fuck 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, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me)I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimoAnd 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 peopleKeep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)And ya bank account? shit, 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-manI ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]You see how I get down wit the get downNigga I got a car for everyday of the weekAnd two other cars for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!?
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!I done sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!!Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin!!In five years I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now!!!
[Dame Dash + Parlae]How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Nigga I fuckin hustle, nigga I get money!I can get money doin anything!
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Nigga I really do my thingKind of fuckin hustlers are y'all?
[Buddie]yeah...I'm posted in that tip (Tip)And my homeboy homeBlew an ounce of that kush (Kush)In my sean john jonesI got the mild for the low (Low)From smokin plenty optimosTryna make a quick flip, like my patna MaceoI'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 shit from a custom borderTwo gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)That's one, I fulfill nigga's orderwhat you nigga's wanna order?06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carterRebirth! don't cut out my four-waysI stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop daysAnd for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunriseI break one down, and the rest goin for the high
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Now see I like the shit these niggaz is talkinReal hustla's recognize other real hustla'sThat's why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down
[Dame Dash]I got houses in different continents nigga!Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!?
[Jizzal Man]I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling generalBricks lined up like, cars at a funeralI'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bustMy workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touchMy money come in stacks (Stacks)And I know just how to get it manA low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic manYou'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmesI move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phoneConnects 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 projectsTryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profitFor you nigga's that like to pop (Pop)You know I got them pills tooGetcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels foolThis shit don't stop, I move this work clockwiseI got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize!
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash + Jim Jones]Nigga's get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Jim Jones]Ugh....Jones, Capo!Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)Like fuck 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, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me)I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimoAnd 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 peopleKeep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)And ya bank account? shit, 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-manI ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man
[Chorus]I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]You see how I get down wit the get downNigga I got a car for everyday of the weekAnd two other cars for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!?
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the poundI'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!I done sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!!Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin!!In five years I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now!!!
