Butta Baby - Bricks Lyrics

Tell me' cash talk and everything else silent
No cap
I go get some cake on my own
I walked in the rain all alone
I need some cake and a steak
These broke niggas get nun but a plate full of bones
Unc got razors and a plate full of stones
That's how that hungry shit make niggas get
Get off of my ass I did not get to sit
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
Hit the strip stack it up like some Ritz
Play wit me we get to popping you zits
I need some money cause my fingers itch
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
From the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
Get off of my ass I did not get to sit
Let me keep it a stack
I get a check I don't know how to act
Ran off he ain't getting shit back
Big stick you ain't taking shit jack
I'm in love with a rack
I get that paper moving
Trap hot but we in this bitch cooling
Cash out we was eating in Dougans
Big stick leave shit in ruins
Gas smell like a white rhino poot, no roof and we smoking on fruit
The pistol mean business like a tie and a suit
Plug mad cause I ran off with the bag and the loot
I'm getting high
Hot box the whip, got smoke in my eye
Hit the street when I'm broke I can't break down and cry
So the money keep stacking but they don't know why
He keep looking at the pack nigga hurry up and buy
Ya dig
I go get some cake on my own
I walked in the rain all alone
I need some cake and a steak
These broke niggas get nun but a plate full of bones
Unc got razors and a plate full of stones
That's how that hungry shit make niggas get
Get off of my ass I did not get to sit
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
Hit the strip stack it up like some Ritz
Play wit me we get to popping you zits
I need some money cause my fingers itch
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
From the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
Get off of my ass I did not get to sit
Tell your bitch that I love her, I lied
I'm from the gutter, the dungeon, I'm slime
If it ain't bout paper I ain't making time
He get caught, he flip coins, that mean he dropping dimes
I want a big bag
Flex on em' got em' big mad
Wear it out the store pop a big tag
The Tesla look like a big Jag
Back wood six-pack
My you nigga begging me like where the lick at
I been getting paper nigga that's a big fact
I'm in love with the money
I know they dig that
Click-clack, big banga
Bankroll real thick like Topanga
They on the roof shooting at you from a angle
Stack the money up until it fall like Jenga
I go get some cake on my own
I walked in the rain all alone
I need some cake and a steak
These broke niggas get nun but a plate full of bones
Unc got razors and a plate full of stones
That's how that hungry shit make niggas get
Get off of my ass I did not get to sit
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
Hit the strip stack it up like some Ritz
Play wit me we get to popping you zits
I need some money cause my fingers itch
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
From the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
We from the gutter, the jungle, the bricks
Get off of my ass I did not get to sit
Ya dig