Brick By Brick ft. Crisis & Eto Lyrics

Filthy rich

In the field with sticks

Spinning blocks

Opps will get hit

Brick by Brick

From the corner

Where it still get lit

Been outside boy

I built this shit

Brick by Brick

Yo who made the strip hot

I made this shit pop

Whip til my wrist lock

I did it

Brick by Brick

A yo who made the strip hot

I made this shit pop

Whip til my wrist lock

I built this

Brick by Brick

Brooklyn gotta get my drip

Gucci belt on

Where my fit my blick

Only something foreign

When I hit my strip

Mask stay on

Til I hit my lick

That's yo wife

But homie this my bitch

I put in work

C.O.D holmes

This my brick

We took risks

And I bet all chips

Just to end off rich

Off one whip

Made ten off six

Hit the strip

With the packs

Hands on

Advance more

Stash transports

Stamp passports

Seen a lot of cash lost

Yo it's crazy how

Cort hired a judge

That can't pass laws

We just blast more

Wild with a stainless

Guns for the occasion

We get foul if they flagrant

Aim with a lazer

We gon Spray

Like it's fragrance

Brick by brick

I carve my name

In da pavement

Filthy rich

In the field with sticks

Spinning blocks

Opps will get hit

Brick by Brick

From the corner

Where it still get lit

Been outside boy

I built this shit

Brick by Brick

Yo who made the strip hot

I made this shit pop

Whip til my wrist lock

I did it

Brick by Brick

A yo who made the strip hot

I made this shit pop

Whip til my wrist lock

I built this

Brick by Brick

Step by step

Brick by brick

I'm a ruin it for all of us

If I miss

I hold a mit

That could risk my pitch

Cause the shit I grip

Is too heavy

For the wrist I flick

Knock 'em out the park

It's no 'ting

But I doubt his heart

Does he draw with emotions

Or is he 'bout his art

If his scars are re-opened

he gon fall apart

If he don't talk to me broken

I can talk it's harsh

Ask them niggaz

I shot the alley oops to

They took the credit

Don't ask me who's who

I built this brick by brick

Filthy rich guiltiness

Cause having nothing

Had me cuckoo

Never shot a man

In my life

But I will

And I still got to stand

On my stripes

Cause I Healed

You'll see me on ya way down

Few revolvers

Four trey pounds

Few of Us

Filthy rich

In the field with sticks

Spinning blocks

Opps will get hit

Brick by Brick

From the corner

Where it still get lit

Been outside boy

I built this shit

Brick by Brick

Yo who made the strip hot

I made this shit pop

Whip til my wrist lock

I did it

Brick by Brick

A yo who made the strip hot

I made this shit pop

Whip til my wrist lock

I built this

Brick by Brick