Brick n a Brick

[Intro] Free Gucci C4 (C4) Cut it up, cut it up [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Young niggas with these old dubs Got a young bitch and I'm hood rich Brought old money to this new club In this strip club getting group hugs I got [?] keys, I got fresh weed Party real hard on Venice Beach 458 Italia, but ain’t nothing Italian about me The last nigga you had he spared ya Baby girl I'ma overwork ya Ain’t nothing can prepare ya, and I ain’t even trying to scare ya When you walk around the 6 be careful These niggas might snatch your hair from you Tell your mother say a prayer 'Cause a nigga might snatch your air from ya Let me tell ya something about me Thirteen years old, already a O.G Selling big weed Big bra send me thirty P’s Steal the shirt right off your back, I'm a fucking thief J's up the street, call me black with the gold teeth Pistol whip your cousin, now the nigga got no teeth Keep it brief, where you speak 'Cause you talkin' to a chief Shootin' like I'm Chief Keef Kick you with your own feet Shoot you with yo own gun Running from your own peace Rob ya dead put some change on yo kill you with your own cheese Long money, long gun short pace and short sleeve Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, bri-bri-brick and a brick Bri-bri-brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick and a brick and a brick Then I put, then I, then I put that in my Rollie [Verse 2: Blaze Servin] She goin' Pedro My Migos no Quavo Diego got yayo My bitch looking like J-Lo My diamonds Bugatti They drip like a faucet Got bucks like Jabari God damn, my plug in Milwaukee I got nuggets like Quincy Miller I'm dealing, go figure I throw it like Philip Rivers from SD to fillers Got them hawks just like Horford Got them dolphins from Florida I own them Hornets like Jordan How you think I copped this foreign Sellin' brick after bricky My Rollie watch Match my pinkie I'm gettin' bread like I'm pinkie I'm smoking kush and I'm stinkin' Flipping bricks, hittin' licks Hunnids blue like a Crip Red bottoms on my kicks On my way to chop the bricky [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, bri-bri-brick and a brick Bri-bri-brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick and a brick and a brick Then I put, then I, then I put that in my Rollie [Verse 3: Kourtney Money] You wanna talk about paper? We been stacking like lego Big money round here, bitch, we plugged in with them migos Every night, we gon' turn up Rolex, no diamonds You picking out that cheap shit, your shit ain't even shining Earrings like 10 carats, red bottoms, I gotta have it Busting bails like bail bonds, we rubber band and stacking cash Plenty money, that's street money Freebandz, that's lick money Catch me in the 6, bitch, we still trapping and selling [?] A hundred K in pants I'm playing round with bands You still standing that stand still, we round here just playin' Spend money like it grow on trees I don't fuck with nothing but OG's East Atlanta, it raised me And I put that on my Rollie [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, bri-bri-brick and a brick Bri-bri-brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick, man, I put that in my Rollie Brick and a brick and a brick and a brick Then I put, then I, then I put that in my Rollie