Soulja Boy - Bricks Lyrics
(Intro)YuhYeahSouljaPolice checkin my phone so I need 40 of them thingsSouljaRich Gang, SODMGLoud, loudDon’t play with itI got bricks, bricksRidin with this shit, let’s goYoung Soulja Boy, I’m down to hit a lick (trappin)That loud, loudI got loud (let’s go)(Hook)I got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksBricks bricks bricksI got bricks, bricksRidin with this shitDown to hit a lick (let’s go)Ridin with them bricks (them bricks)Rollin with them bricks (I got em)Brick, bricks, bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks (turn up)Ridin with the shit (let’s go)Down to hit a lick (I got em)Ridin with them bricksRollin with them bricks(Verse)I got bricks, bricksYou know I got the racks (let’s go)You want a Bentley, that’s 250 racksI walk inside the club, I got lean, I got Act***** with me Shawty and I won’t even textSOD, Money Gang, we done broke the bankRich Gang, Soulja Boy be blowin on this thingRidin through the city and my cup full of drinkIn my Ferrari and it got that candy paintRidin foreign whips and I stay getting cashIPhone 5, they can’t bring me all my racksSmoking on that kush and I stay spending stacksThey say the bank closed, well I open up the racksWalk inside the vault, I see bands, I see ringsWalk inside this club, I spend bandz, I spend grandsMillion dollars niggas, catch me on my tour busMillion dollar niggas, hunned dollars for a haircut(Hook)I got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksRollin with them bricksRidin with them bricksRidin with them bricksRollin with them bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricksRidin with them bricksBurn them with a lickSoulja run with them bricksRidin with them bricks(Verse)Stuntin is a habit, I’m in love with racksI’m in love with cash, I love to hit licksRidin with that iPhone5 talkin bricksOn the tex with my plug, cold wars and shitFlexin like a *****, Soulja Boy don’t move sloppyI just hit a lick, time to cop that BugattiRidin with that new choppaNigga try me, body dropPistol pop, block is hotSoulja got them bands in that stampBracelet on my wrist cost a chicken (damn)Catch me in my condo water whippin (damn)Soulja Boy in love with that gold shit (damn)Soulja Boy be flexin you like oh shit (damn)Jordans on my feet, number 9Flexin through the hood, I hit licks all the timeBricks bricks bricks bricks bricks on that lowBricks bricks bricks bricks bricks ran from above(Hook)I got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksRidin with them bricksRollin with them bricksDown to hit a lickRidin with them bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksI got bricks, bricksRidin with them bricksRollin with them bricksRidin with them bricksDown to hit a lickI got…(Outro)Nigga hittin my phone talkin bout Soulja, where the bricks at?It ain’t nothing on the street, this is droughtI said nigga what the ***** is a drought?SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang, flood the streetsI got em
