It`s ya boy yo Gotti
Chea, Gucci Mane the flare
My ni**a Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat ni**a
And its` a street ni**a holiday
My Ni**a DJ Holiday
Chea

Bricks, all white bricks
Off white bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty more bricks
Ballin` like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, that`s a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take bricks

So icy CEO, I`m a fool with the snow
They think I`m puttin` VVS jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold twenty
And after this flip I`m quittin` the trap cold turkey, sike

The pack in and I`m workin`
Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole thirty
But right now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, same color my hummer

Zone six polar bears never see summer
It`s winter all year cuz the birds fly under
Ninety five Air Max `cause I`m a dope runna`
I`m ballin` like an athlete but got no jumper It`s

Bricks, all white bricks
Off white bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty more bricks
Ballin` like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, that`s a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take bricks

I`m like a waitress in the trap I got somethin` to serve
That`s sixteen bars, same price for a bird
What you need, a bird or a couple pounds?
I`m on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town

So many bricks, I can build my own apartment
Ya better a check, when ya come in my department
Yes I break em` down and I sell em` whole
Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes

I got a trap house and a trap car
100,00 off a cap, that`s a trap star
All this smoke got me feelin` real nauseous
Ridin` with them bricks got me feelin` real cautious

Bricks, all white bricks
Off white bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty more bricks
Ballin` like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, that`s a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take bricks

Tony Montana, all I have in this world
Is my hundred round chopper and my white girl
Oil base bricks, s**t hard to cook
Call the plug back, tell him he got took

Know what that mean? The s**t free
That mean none for him, and more for me
I took somethin`, I`m gutta bitch
Don`t trust me dog, this that North Memphis s**t

Old school, new Porsche
Couple choppas just in case
They wanna go to war bricks
Aka my best friend
Twenty eight inch rims call `em grown men

Dope stepped on, call it step child
I got that Slim Shady, we call it Eight Mile
I`m from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street, and ni**a that`s my brick house

Bricks, all white bricks
Off white bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty more bricks
Ballin` like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, that`s a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take bricks