Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Today I sing bricks, a lot, a lot of bricks
These Giuseppe's are forty, got a .40 on my hip
Plug told me, "Shy boy, you gonna be rich"
Now he wanna be best boys, I get 'em off to quick
I took her to the cube, I met Ricky, he the ruler
My necklace is Cuban, shout out to my jeweler
[Verse 2]
I'm a winner, you're a loser
I'm a giver, you're a user
You're a bitch, she a chooser
On my dick, she droolin'
I pop champagne for enough
I'm in pain, I'm sufferin'
Make it rain, all hundreds
Better make that pussy keep jumpin'
My young **** on drugs
They don't really get no love
For a eight ball and some dubs
They'll send your ass flyin' with the doves
I sell narcotics to put money in my pocket
[Verse 3]
You want it, I got it
You touch it, then you buy it
These shoes, designer
You want 'em, can't find 'em
Flew to Rome, now China
Big dog, you a minor
Need a job, got work
Broke bitch, bad twerk
I'm high off earth
I'll take a **** ass of Earth
Coolin' with my eses
They totin' them SKs
Got water, I got yay
Young Jefe
Written by: Marquis King
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