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dem franchize boyz – bricks 4 the high (album version) lyrics

[dame dash + parlae:]
how rich y’all n-gg-s wanna be? (franchize!)
you wanna be a millionaire? (dfb, b-tch!)
you wanna be a billionaire? (10 hoe!)
n-gg- you wanna be what i wanna be (10 hoe!)
i wanna be a f-ckin’ trillionaire! (10 hoe)

[chorus:]
i got them bricks 4 the high & the purp by the pound
i’m posted on the block ’til the sun go down….

[dame dash:]
n-gg- i f-ckin’ hustle, n-gg- i get money!
i can get money doin’ anything!

i got them bricks 4 the high & the purp by the pound
i’m posted on the block ’til the sun go down….

[dame dash:]
n-gg- i really do my thing.
kind of f-ckin’ hustlers are y’all?

[buddie:]
i was 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
tryin’ to make a quick flip, like my partner maceo
i’m shinin’ on my haters, signin’ deals so i’m a pa…
20 g’s on the chain & i’m still worth a couple blocks….
(all that man, i need a 4 a duece)
it started in that temp, flippin’ mid’s by them o-z’s.

[pimpin’:]
on the hill wit that sh-t from a custom border
2 gram, 50’s, do the math for a quarter (for a quarter??)
that’s one, i fulfill n-gg-‘s order.
what you n-gg-‘s wanna order?
06′ nino brown, flip the temp into the carter
rebirth! don’t cut out my 4 ways
i stash purp pounds, that down for the drop days
and for my pay, i hit the trap when the sunrise
i break one down & the rest goin’ 4 the high.

[chorus:]
i got them bricks 4 the high & the purp by the pound
i’m posted on the block ’til the sun go down….

[dame dash:]
i sound like the sh-t these n-gg-s is talkin’
real hustla’s recognize other real hustla’s
that’s why i’m f-ckin’ wit ’em, hey!

i got them bricks 4 the high & 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-gg-!
n-gg- i did my trips in london, remember that?
f-ck is wrong wit ya’ll?!?

[j-zzal man:]
i’m the boss of my own sh-t, i’m the rulin’ general
bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
i’m workin’ hard white, so i never twurk & touch & 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-gg- got the work home
i move it all day, think he clirpin’ on my chirp phone
connects so sweet (sweet)
and i’m dealin’ wit the caribbeans’
they come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans’
supplyin’ whole towns, little counters, in the projects
tryin’ to double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
for you n-gg-‘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-t don’t stop, i move this work clockwise
i got my own bizness, i call this sh-t the franchize!

[chorus:]
i got them bricks 4 the high & the purp by the pound
i’m posted on the block ’til the sun go down….

[dame dash + jim jones:]
n-gg-‘s get a million dollars & think they gettin’ it? (harlem!)
n-gg- i made my first million when i was a teenager (dipset! byrdgang..)

i got them bricks 4 the high & the purp by the pound
i’m posted on the block ’til the sun go down….

[jim jones:]
uh….jones, capo!
dipset! them n-gg-‘s know i’m ‘about this (byrdgang!)
spillin’ champagne, all over vision’s couches (ballin!)
like f-ck it, tell alex keep the cris’ rollin’ (keep it rollin’!)
i’m gettin’ drunk blowin’ seed 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 & i think they like me (like me)
7 jeans saggin’ fitted cap & my white tee (i’m fresh to death!)
the foreign cars got they eyes poppin’ (d-mn….)
and you can see the stars when the ride droppin’.

[parlae:]
aye jim jones
let your boy parlae get some of that harlem clientele
i got more crack than a curb, f-ck wit me!
i’m iced out & 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 your bank account? sh-t, 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 i….
and i keep the gr-ss, so you can call me the lawn-man
i ride around wit chickens like i came from a farm man.

[chorus:]
i got them bricks 4 the high & 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-gg- i got a car for everyday of the week
and 2 other cars for the weekends. n-gg- f-ck is wrong wit you?!?

i got them bricks 4 the high & the purp by the pound
i’m posted on the block ’til the sun go down….

[dame dash:]
f-ck is wrong wit y’all? n-gg- i can sell whatever i wanna sell!!
i done sold m-th-f-ckin’ music, that sh-t was easy!!
started roc-a-fella & sold it!!
i can get money in fashion, that sh-t was nuthin’!!
in 5 years i started that sh-t, sold my part for 30 million!!!
and let’s watch what the f-ck is gonna be now!!!

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