Bricks

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Hey hey hey hey hey

Hey hey hey hey hey hey

We getting money bitch

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Thirty thousand that's a brick on me

The nigga steady hating but his bitch on me

She say she love the way them diamonds glist on me

You gon' need some prune juice you trying to shit on me

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Thirty thousand, nigga that's a brick

Thirty shots up in this ladder nigga that's a clip

North side who ya with

I got some south side shooters that'll do you quick

I got some west side niggas that'll move the bricks

And some east side niggas that'll do the shit

It's the hustle in the building we moving bitch

Diamonds in that Audemar that's a stupid wrist

Ya I got stacks on deck

My nigga Me just hit me up said he back on deck

Everywhere I move around I keep a strap on deck

A nigga act like its a movie and get clapped on set

Talking money I'm 'bout that

A nigga say its beef I'm thinking Outback

Forty [?], pussies go back

I met her ten minutes, the seven with the top back

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Thirty thousand that's a brick on me

The nigga steady hating but his bitch on me

She say she love the way them diamonds glist on me

You gon' need some prune juice you trying to shit on me

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Rockstar lifestyle Mike don't make it

Bottles of Ciroc shit I might, don't chase it

Told it to the feds that I ain't got no [?]

My niggas only fuck with that white they racist

We balling, I'm talking Spalding

You's a weirdo, I'm talking Carlton

At the club I tell [?] to let me bartend

Give it to the waiter tell the hoes its open bar then

I'm like hater how you been

Brought my glizzy to the club and you know I got it in

Baby I want a ménage and I know you got a friend

Allergic to losing so you know I gotta win

I'm white boy fucked up

Run and tell them other pussy niggas that their luck's up

Trash ass bitches I'mma put them in a dump truck

[?] you bumped up

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

Thirty thousand that's a brick on me

The nigga steady hating but his bitch on me

She say she love the way them diamonds glist on me

You gon' need some prune juice you trying to shit on me

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

Whip talk for me it say nigga you ain't as strong as me

Watch talk for me it say bitch you coming home with me

Glock talk for me it say you don't want to rumble me

If you swing a punch them shots gon' sting you like a bumblebee

You heard me that's real rap

Cocaine colored range where Phil at

When I pull up in an Aston I killed that

Shitting on these niggas I ain't even sign a deal yet

I'm gone