Music: Jim Jones/Bernard Leverette/Maurice Gleaton/Jamall Willingham/Gerald Tiller
(Dame Dash + Parlae)
How rich y'all mother****ers wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...shit!
You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
**** you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a ****ing trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
(Chorus)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
(Dame Dash)
**** I hustle, **** I get money!
I can get money doin anything!
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
(Dame Dash)
**** I really do my thing
What kind of ****ing hustlers are y'all?
(Buddie)
yeah...
I'm 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
Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm ****ing on my haters, signing deals so I'm a ****ing...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks....
(all that man, I need a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's
(Pimpin')
On the hill wit that bullshit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill mother****er's order
What you mother****ers wanna order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest goin for the high
(Chorus)
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
(Dame Dash)
Now see I like the bullshit these mother****ers is talkin'
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm ****ing wit em, Hey!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
(Dame Dash)
I got houses in different continents mother****er!
**** I did my trips in London, remember that?
**** is wrong wit ya'll?!?
(*******al Man)
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and 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 mother****er got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans'
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you mother****ers 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 shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own business, I call this shit tha Franchize!
(Chorus)
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
(Dame Dash + Jim Jones)
Mother****ers get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Shit, I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
(Jim Jones)
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them mother****ers know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like **** it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin mother****ers 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, and I think they like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin
(Parlae)
Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, mother****er wit me! (Westside! Aye mother****er wit me)
I'm iced out, and 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 ya bank account? **** that, 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 dick like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, 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 for the high and 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
**** I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends, mother****er is wrong wit you?!?
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
(Dame Dash)
Something is wrong wit y'all, shit I can sell whatever I wanna sell!
Bricks 4 The High - Dem Franchize Boyz, Jim Jones, Damon Dash: I done sold mutha****in' music, that shit was easy!
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
Bricks 4 The High - Dem Franchize Boyz, Jim Jones, Damon Dash: I can get money in fashionable way, that shit was nothin'!
Bricks 4 The High - Dem Franchize Boyz, Jim Jones, Damon Dash: In five years I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!
Bricks 4 The High - Dem Franchize Boyz, Jim Jones, Damon Dash: And let's watch what the **** is gonna be now!!