Rick Ross - Euro Brick lyrics

[Intro] You n***as a** backwards out here n***a You're wedding shouldn't cost more than your funeral n***a Drei Ros, Rozzay, Gucci Mane... Euro Bricks Muthaf**a [Hook:Rick Ross] Brick in my jeans, two bricks for the ring Three bricks for the beamer, four ounce promethazine b**h I'm a dog, b**h I'm a boss All you hear is... when that chopper going off (x2) [Verse:Drei Ros] Laid back and I'm in it AHHH, blaze that and get lifted AHHH Bad bourgeoisie b**hes in the back Maybach rose tippin' AHHH I don't know what you took me for, I don't know what you looking for VVS diamonds it's murder shining screaming "redrum" in a j**elry store Made it out the belly of the beast without even a lil' bit of dirt on my Louie V fleece You move on two but I'll move on three moulin rouge in a moulin suite Roof top view, brick in my jeans, girls love beyonce that why she screams "Say my name, say my name, say my name", while I hit it hit it from the back ahhh Se la vi We just know how to re up and react we don't know recline Life has no reset money talks and I don't know how to read minds I don't know how to relax mula keep boasted my ego amigo Sippin' French vino in Reno, me and my clique oh you know we just keeping it simple [Hook] [Verse:Gucci Mane] (Gucci) (Gucci) Back to the old Gucci, beat it like you stole somethin' I'm on the stove top whippin' up a whole somethin' Still got my old gun and hundreds from my old runs I'm kicking dope in the morning in my long john's Thick beauty b**h I buy that b**h thick by the belly I had to get My wrist cost me 20 bricks, my left wrist on some stupid sh** Your boyfriend on that groupie sh**, Gucci Mane of some Frank Lucas sh** I made one brick turn in two bricks cause Imma remix it and bring lunatics Say got bricks will take them sh**s, how many licks did your clique hit Barbershop bricks I shave them bricks, all the clean bricks I save them sh**s 1017 we stump them bricks, import bricks and export bricks, I don't know a half of it But you wanna hold on half of it ... (Gucci) [Hook] [Verse:Drei Ros] Got that euro swag euro whip, nah nah nah pimp you don't know about that Got a euro b**h euro brick , nah nah nah pimp you don't know about that Nah baby girl it's Drei Ros mister I can afford to f** a few days off I heard the say life is b**h and the game is too then don't this look like a manage This is for my greyhounds on the greyhound with a pound and few thou underneath the mattress f** what they talk bout we made out pretty well they know the name across the atlas Came from boxing the ave to get where Ca**ius somethin' like CLAY Now we yelling Al Boomaye to the bank, big homie can I get an ad lib (ugh) Gold all in my chain (ugh) Gold all in my f** that sh** Chihuly hangin' with no frame, you break you buy baby don't touch that sh** Coast to coast they gonna over dose I go blow for blow I put on a show I spit bricks dope to dope flow, I'm the European king now you now... Drei [Hook]