Master P - Brick To A Million lyrics

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Master P - Brick To A Million lyrics

[Intro] New n***as wearin’ dresses – f** it, I ain’t scared to address it Gangster n***as on skateboards? I’m at the house breakin’ motherf**in’ headboards Real n***as stand up – three dollar n***as y’all man up Real n***as stand up – I ain’t hatin’, three dollar n***as man up! [Hook] Candy paint on my foreign whip Frito Lay, we got corn chips Middle finger, we don’t give a f** Turn a brick to a million bucks Candy paint on my foreign whip Frito Lay, we got corn chips Middle finger, we don’t give a f** Turn a brick to a million bucks [Verse 1] sponsored links Hatin’ n***as just ride off I’m the corporation, b**h, and the bylaw You the motherf**in’ secretary You got on lipstick, n***a, lookin’ hella scary b**h n***a be gone, b**h Starin’ at me, what’s wrong, b**h? I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt Hoe n***a, you got a Louis purse b**h n***a, you ain’t right Mad at me ‘cause my paper right Mad at me ‘cause my paper right And you know your b**h a** can’t even fight [Hook] [Verse 2] s*utty boy game, b**h – who I came with? Three hoes, one date, f**in’ with the same dick No metro, .38 Special Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol That’s a no-no, Louis, no logo Liquor store, f** the p**y up and down, pogo What’s next? High-def, shoot slow-mo In between her legs, turn my Jheris into cornrows Find me f**in’ on a bada** hoe LA beat with the DC flow Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low Got a n***a out the streets, stripper b**h for my bro [Hook] [Verse 3] Aye… what these f*ggot n***as on, P? Me an Trel Louis’d down all in DC Aye… I see these n***as made hoes choose ‘em Rare b**h, green eyes with a big booty You’ll get your sh** pushed back for the right fact I got them fakers on sight, we gon’ eat that Ain’t with the new cool, we just gettin’ money Foreign whips, candy paint, they gon’ look funny I got 10 exotic b**hes for the foreign car Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon’ f** ‘em all Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon Master P, five mil’, just one album [Hook] [Outro] Brick to a million bucks Brick, brick to a million bucks