Rick Ross - Half A Brick lyrics

[Intro – M. Beezy] Trust me boy We had [?] on that hanger n***a Whip out them motherf**ing bangers n***a We don't shoot birds, boy We use the index finger n***a Trust me (M. Beezy!) Low key, key figure Flat boat representer Trust me baby [Hook – M. Beezy][x2] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, Ay! Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, K! Hundred pill, thousand pill, serving major ways Juiceman and Gucci man make the trap ache [Verse 1 – M. Beezy] Mr. crack flipper, coke sniffer, graveyard shifter I keep that clean white for my hook and coke sniffers Rookies don't like that fishscale because they lock quicker Christina Aguilera, had you calling me the fixer Expert, straight dropping, c**aine whipper Coke drying to slow, call me the order scale mixer Baking soda and the [?], this the turn and dripper Move so many bricks they call it Taylor Hanson down at 6's Quarter Brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay! 27 hard and a whole brick of yay A couple pounds of purple, couple pounds of Red J A thousand naked ladies gone in a couple days [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Rick Ross] I got a half a key, Imma flip it in these streets Make my little money just to blow it this week And I'm riding sixes, I'm a seven [?] And my sh** convertible so hoes calling me bird Hoes calling me bird, hoes calling me bird Before I let her ride I let the ho follow me first b**h I'm out of sight, I'm balling at the moon Try to kiss me in the club, Uh-uh, do it in the room Got a big dick and my money in the bank If you got a wet mouth I got some money you can make I'm smoking swisher sweets, and she sitting with a sin He a little n***a, the chopper will make him flip The chopper make him flip, the chopper make him flip This for Tallaha**ee n***a, leave young Khalid in this b**h I got a half a brick, it's 14 fine New 4.6 range rove that I drive [Hook][x2]