Bricks In The Attic Lyrics

Word. Word. Word

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It's payday fellas

You already know what it is man, I'm in here man

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I said it's fucking payday motherfucker

I put them bricks in the attic

Count up that money, mathematics

I got that work, aye what you need, all of my bitches gone bag it

Run up on me and catch static

No not again, you can't have it

21 niggas, plottin' on me, watch me go fucking savage

I put them bricks in the attic

Count up that money, mathematics

I got that work, aye what you need, all of my bitches gone bag it

Run up on me and catch static

No not again, you can't have it

21 niggas, plottin' on me, watch me go fucking savage

I'm just supplying the cabbage

Hell yeah i'm tryna live lavish

Them niggas hate on my grind

They know I ride with the package

I ain't got no cash on me nigga

I swipe that debit a habit

Fuck around with the gang, everybody catch static

Hit the gas and i mash it

Trappin' and trappin' and work

Movin' them bricks by the load

White girl she takin' a purk

Don't try to sell me no dirt

Finessin' me you gone' get hurt

Keep a pack on me nigga

Make the drop then I skirt

I put them bricks in the attic

Count up that money, mathematics

I got that work, aye what you need, all of my bitches gone bag it

Run up on me and catch static

No not again, you can't have it

21 niggas, plottin' on me, watch me go fucking savage

I put them bricks in the attic

Count up that money, mathematics

I got that work, aye what you need, all of my bitches gone bag it

Run up on me and catch static

No not again, you can't have it

21 niggas, plottin' on me, watch me go fucking savage

I got some hitters with me

I rap and they feelin' the beat

I trap and i rap in the booth

Boy I be killin' the beat

Them haters they feelin' the heat

And I'm never gettin' no sleep

Foe in the morning, knock at my doe, i just laid down at three

Feds on alert, gotta move the chronic

Work goin' fast, supersonic

I be on go, cause snitches be honest

Tell what they know, fuck it i'm honest

I'm bout to blow, I'm bout to take off

I get it, gone

Nigga I'm ballin', just like the play off's, my nigga i'm on

I put them bricks in the attic

Count up that money, mathematics

I got that work, aye what you need, all of my bitches gone bag it

Run up on me and catch static

No not again, you can't have it

21 niggas, plottin' on me, watch me go fucking savage

I put them bricks in the attic

Count up that money, mathematics

I got that work, aye what you need, all of my bitches gone bag it

Run up on me and catch static

No not again, you can't have it

21 niggas, plottin' on me, watch me go fucking savage

It's payday fellas