Jim Jones - Bricks 4 the High lyrics

[Dame Dash + Parlae] How rich y'all n***as wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...b**h!) You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Ho!) n***a you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Ho!) I wanna be a f**in trillionaire! (10 Ho) [Hook] I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] n***a I f**in hustle, n***a I get money! I can get money doin anything! I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] n***a I really do my thing Kind of f**in hustlers are y'all? [Buddie] Yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) In my sean john jones I got the mild for the low (Low) From smokin plenty optimos Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks.... (all that man, I need a fo, a duece) It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's [Pimpin'] On the hill wit that sh** from a custom border Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??) That's one, I fulfill n***a's order What you n***a's wanna order? 06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise I break one down, and the rest goin for the high [Hook] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Now see I like the sh** these n***as is talkin Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's That's why I'm f**in wit em, Hey! I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down [Dame Dash] I got houses in different continents n***a! n***a I did my trips in London, remember that? f** is wrong wit ya'll?!? [Jizzal Man] I'm the boss of my own sh**, I'm the ruling general Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touch My money come in stacks (Stacks) And I know just how to get it man A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man You'll never know it's me, but a n***a got the work holmes I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone Connects so sweet (Sweet) And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans' They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans' Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the projects Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit For you n***a's that like to pop (Pop) You know I got them pills too Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool This sh** don't stop, I move this work clockwise I got my own bizness, I call this sh** tha Franchize! [Hook] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash + Jim Jones] n***a's get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!) n***a I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..) I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Jim Jones] Ugh....Jones, Capo! Dipset! Them n***a's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!) Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!) Like f** it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!) I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!) Spendin a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...) Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!) I'm so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me) Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to d**h!) The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....) And you can see the stars when the ride droppin [Parlae] Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!) Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!) I got more crack than a curb, f** wit me! (Westside! Aye f** wit me) I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo And when the show's slow (Show's slow) I cook extra blow (Extra blow) Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough) Keep the cars pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco) I can make it get stiff, like dead people Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater) And ya bank account? sh**, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare) Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear) I can beat it like my.... I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it like Ike And I keep tha gra**, so you can call me the lawn-man I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man [Hook] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] You see how I get down wit the get down n***a I got a car for everyday of the week And two other cars for the weekends, n***a f** is wrong wit you?!? I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Dame Dash] f** is wrong wit y'all, n***a I can sell whatever I wanna sell!! I done sold muthaf**in music, that sh** was easy!! Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!! I can get money in fashion, that sh** was nuthin!! In five years I started that sh**, sold my part for Thirty Million!!! And let's watch what the f** is gonna be now!!!