Bricks & Bags

[Intro: Benny The Butcher & French Montana]

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy)

The Butcher comin', nigga

Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy)

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

You know how this street shit go

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny

I grinded excessively, put rocks on the neck of me

This coupe I got from duPont Registry

The standard of hammer, in all my rooms, I get a new Glock every week

My old bitch think I'm too rich to send an Uber

My new bitch wanna get pieces made for my jeweler

Drive-bys with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter

The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter

A letter to my nigga in jail, told him he blessed

He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah

Responsibility come with the opportunity

Don't want no crooked preacher lyin' in my eulogy

Hoes think they usin' me, I got her out the country eatin' beautifully

Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie

War endorsement, war with law enforcement

'Til my lawn full of Maybachs and small Porsches

Let's go

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher & French Montana]

(Haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana)

I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy)

[Verse 2: French Montana]

Coke Boys charged double in the drought

Pack busted in her stomach, started foamin' out the mouth (Woo)

On strays, broad day, think they like sweet

And my youngin got the K like Skete (Bah, bah, bah, bah, ooh)

Before you try and surf, let the wave break (Break)

Let the cake bake (Bake)

Talkin' summers, I done had a whole decade straight (Haan)

Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner

She on E! like her manager was Kris Jenner (Ah)

Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me

Never let nobody live in your mind for free (Ah)

And when you get tested, you get your answers

Block pitchin', jumpin' like Miles Bridges (Uh)

Could have signed to Cash Money, but I was gettin' cash money

Knicks game, floor seats next to Van Gundy (Ah)

Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-divin'

At the Met Gala with no stylist (Ah)

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher, French Montana & Jadakiss]

(Haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana)

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana, haha)

I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (Uh-huh)

The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (Haha)

It's never your enemy, it's always your own people (Yeah)

Pride was the reason he died, no ego (No ego)

You know me, you know me, the don Jada (Yeah)

I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega (Woo)

Work touched down, I sold it, I ain't hold it (Uh-uh)

Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID (Nope)

We just rubber band the money, we don't fold it (Never)

Far as the economy goes, we control it (We control it)

You have a lil' luck if you came up (Uh)

Ask me, fentanyl is fuckin' the game up (Hmm)

You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper (That's it)

Playin' with your nose or is you a vein popper? (Vein popper, ooh)

Knockin' off half in zips, just another day at the office

Bags and bricks, what's up?

[Chorus: Jadakiss & French Montana]

(Haan)

I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, haan)

I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, haha)

I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, don't worry about it)

[Outro: Jadakiss]

I was sellin' it all, haha