Brick To a Million

[Intro: Master P]

New niggas wearin' dresses

Fuck it, I ain't scared to address it

Gangsta niggas on skateboards?

I'm at the house breakin' muthafuckin' 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

[Chorus: Master P]

Candy paint on my foreign whip

Frito Lay, we got corn chips

Middle finger, we don't give a fuck

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 fuck

Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 1: Master P]

Hatin’ niggas just ride off

I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw

You the muthafuckin' secretary

You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin' hella scary

Bitch nigga be gone, bitch

Starin' at me, what’s wrong, bitch?

I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt

Ho nigga, you got a Louis purse

Bitch nigga, you ain’t right

Mad at me 'cause my paper right

Mad at me 'cause my paper right

And you know your bitch ass can’t even fight

[Chorus: Master P]

Candy paint on my foreign whip

Frito Lay, we got corn chips

Middle finger, we don’t give a fuck

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 fuck

Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]

Slutty boy gang, bitch – who I came with?

Three hoes, one date, fuckin' with the same dick

No metro, .38 Special

Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol

That's a no-no, Louis, no logo

Liquor store, fuck the pussy up and down, pogo

What's next? High-def, shoot slow-mo

In between her legs, turn my dreads into cornrows

Find me fuckin' on a badass ho

LA beat with the DC flow

Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low

Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro

[Chorus: Master P]

Candy paint on my foreign whip

Frito Lay, we got corn chips

Middle finger, we don't give a fuck

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 fuck

Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 3: Alley Boy]

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 bitch, green eyes with a big booty

You'll get your shit 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 bitches for the foreign car

Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon' fuck ‘em all

Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon

Master P, five mil', just one album

[Chorus: Master P]

Candy paint on my foreign whip

Frito Lay, we got corn chips

Middle finger, we don't give a fuck

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 fuck

Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Outro: Master P]

Brick to a million bucks

Brick, brick to a million bucks