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[Intro]

Bah

Woo

Bah

[Chorus]

Hunnid bricks in my mama crib (I had a hunnid)

I had my young boy come shoot where your mama live (Brr, bah-bah-bah, brr)

He ain't got no kind of sense (Woo)

I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib

Hunnid bricks in my mama crib

My young boy come through sprayin' out his mama whip (Brr, bah)

2007 Bonneville

I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib (I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib)

[Verse 1]

Brought it to life over the stove, I think that made me God (I think that made me God)

I put a brick behind a vent, don't turn the AC on (Woo)

Whip it with the Avion

The scale should say 999 but if it way beyond we-

Fuck it, either way, we on (Yeah)

Eighty thousand on the dresser with the AP (Yeah)

I had a dream that I was broke and now I can't sleep (Woo)

I had a dream they kicked the door, they came to raid me

I can't go, the plug about to throw me eighty

I came from big coke shit, ghost shit

Now to writin' in the sky, so fuckin' serious, god quote shit (God quote shit)

My nigga bailed out and then ghosted

But ain't no love on the run, Billy Ocean (Woo)

We was buyin' raw, now we buyin' the mall (Gone)

My young boy catch you shoppin', you die in the store (Brr, bah)

All 'cause you was dyin' to soar

You gotta land before your time, now you dinosaur

[Chorus]

Hunnid bricks in my mama crib (I had a hunnid)

I had my young boy come shoot where your mama live (Brr, bah-bah-bah, brr)

He ain't got no kind of sense (Woo)

I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib

Hunnid bricks in my mama crib

My young boy come through sprayin' out his mama whip (Brr, bah)

2007 Bonneville (Ah)

I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib (I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib)

[Verse 2]

Bitch, my phone was lit, this that holy shit (This that God shit)

Came here on a ship, now we got ownership (Now we—, ooh)

All my masters' mine, we on rap and white

In the spot, throw the Rollie to me, we just passin' time (We gettin' money)

Dirty chopped samples with the top down (Woo)

Pyrex pot handles, boy, I bring it back like Doc Brown (Woo)

He dumpin' that boy Mac so big and break your block (Brr, bah-bah)

We come in that car that we ain't gon' make us hot

We dump the cash out on the desk and spare it off the lot

We don't lease, we buy the whole car, Nah, (haha)

Gangsters move in silence, baby, all my diamonds ultraviolet

I was back in coach, now I'm the fuckin' pilot (Now I run shit)

I'm God, that's what I said, what? I gotta wake the dead?

Have you payin' drought prices when I dry the land and send a plague of shooters for your head?

Playin' Reasonable Drought over the tap phone for the feds

[Chorus]

Hunnid bricks in my mama crib (I had a hunnid)

I had my young boy come shoot where your mama live (Brr, bah-bah-bah, brr)

He ain't got no kind of sense (Woo)

I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib

Hunnid bricks in my mama crib

My young boy come through sprayin' out his mama whip (Brr, bah)

2007 Bonneville

I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib (I had a hunnid bricks in my mama crib)