Chris King - Million $ Rings lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] (Durel made the beat, I'ma run with it) Oh, yeah Oh, oh (Soo) Oh (Uh), oh [Chorus: Quavo] Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (cash) Mini chopstick gon' hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah) Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain't pressed 'bout a b*tch (I ain't pressed, ah, yeah) Trappin' in a Hermès fit (Trappin'), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah) [Verse 1: Quavo] [?] faygo I [?] that sh*t and I kick it like Kato, she want the ski but we not in the yayo Paper [?] cream and it's stickin' like Play-Doh Extortin' the block, you ain't gang, gotta pay, though Ownin' the hood like we workin' at Mako She fell in love with the wood on the draco (Draco), got the glove with the mask, now the case closed (Case closed) Outside, runnin' with the gang, know we got 'em iced out, bust down plains Nawf side ni**a with the stain (Nawf), turn to the plug then I re-rocked a lame Omarion dance with that pack in the rain, buy a new coupe, give the whip a new name Takin' the streets and we make a new lane, draggin' on the X, we pop a Liu Kang [Chorus: Quavo] Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash) Mini chopstick gon' hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah) Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain't pressed 'bout a b*tch (I ain't pressed, ah, yeah) Trappin' in a Hermès fit (Trappin'), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah) [Verse 2: Chris King] Oh, yeah (Yeah) 'Bouta swerve on the lean, girl, I'm cruisin' [?], me and my shooter, we close, we communicate Get the bank, like that's what I'ma do today, these diamonds heavy, my ni**a, you cruiser weight (Light) Take a foreign, [?] screw the [?], she get on knees, [?] on God and don't lose your faith (Yeah) I be fresh like my first day of school today, and the wrist is on dummy, [?] today Everything on go, money don't stop, earlobes heavy 'cause I got ice blocks I'ma hit the bullseye, I got a nice shot, smokin' somethin' potent make your [?] eyes pop Don't you run up on me, I'ma shoot it out, got a brick inside the pantry, got a brick inside the couch I got a brick up in the mattress, got brick up in my mouth I got a brick up on my wrist, I sell a brick right now (Blatt) [Chorus: Quavo] Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash) Mini chopstick gon' hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah) Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain't pressed 'bout a b*tch (I ain't pressed, ah, yeah) Trappin' in a Hermès fit (Trappin'), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah) [Verse 3: Trippie Redd] Yeah, b*tch gettin' high off a whippet (Yeah, ah), in a new ride, I whip it (Yeah, ah) We pop outside and it's crickets (Yeah), we made ni**as croak [?] like ribbet I'm like how 'bout we [?] and handle my business On my cardio runnin' this sh*t like it's fitness Like it's quarantine give me a mask and keep distance (yeah) Or a ni**a gon' end up missing (yeah) On god got brand new bricks in Brick on my wrist and my b*tch got a Birkin (okay) She get no dick and she [?] (hey) And I hop in that Maybach, I'm closing the curtains Ain't no end of the road, I'm speeding and swerving (yeah) Rough here, God I'm so devilish (devilish) Pour up codeine, need a beverage (beverage) Got a brick it so well like a pegasus, ay [Chorus: Quavo] Brick after brick after brick (Brick), I spend a brick on the wrist (Ah, yeah, cash) Mini chopstick gon' hit (Rrah), ni**a, pop sh*t, ni**a, get lit (Pop sh*t, ah, yeah) Million dollar rings on the fist (Million), ni**a, I ain't pressed 'bout a b*tch (I ain't pressed, ah, yeah) Trappin' in a Hermès fit (Trappin'), whip it up and serve that sh*t (Whip it up, ah, yeah)