文本歌词

Brick to a Million - Master p/Fat Trel/Alley Boy
New niggas wearin' dresses – f**k it I ain't scared to address it
Gangster niggas on skateboards
I'm at the house breakin' motherf**kin' 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
Frito Lay we got corn chips
Middle finger we don't give a f**k
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay we got corn chips
Middle finger we don't give a f**k
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Hatin' niggas just ride off
I'm the corporation b**ch and the bylaw
You the motherf**kin' secretary
You got on lipstick ni**a lookin' hella scary
B**ch ni**a be gone b**ch
Starin' at me what's wrong b**ch
I'm in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Hoe ni**a you got a Louis purse
B**ch ni**a you ain't right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
And you know your b**ch a** can't even fight
Slutty boy game b**ch – who I came with
Three hoes one date f**kin' with the same d**k
No metro 38 Special
Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol
That's a no-no Louis no logo
Liquor store f**k the p**sy up and down pogo
What's next High-def shoot slow-mo
In between her legs turn my Jheris into cornrows
Find me f**kin' on a badass hoe
LA beat with the DC flow
Louis V sheets said she keep it on the low
Got a ni**a out the streets stripper b**ch for my bro
Aye what these faggot niggas on P
Me an Trel Louis'd down all in DC
Aye I see these niggas made hoes choose 'em
Rare b**ch green eyes with a big booty
You'll get your sh*t pushed back for the right fact
I got them fakers on sight we gon' eat that
Ain't with the new cool we just gettin' money
Foreign whips candy paint they gon' look funny
I got 10 exotic b**ches for the foreign car
Quarter-piece move along we gon' f**k 'em all
Mr Chow every day sushi roll salmon
Master P five mil' just one album
Brick to a million bucks
Brick brick to a million bucks