Soulja Boy — Bricks 2018

[Chorus] Walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip Pussy nigga better not play with gang, do not slip Yeah, hop up on that yacht and I go take a trip Came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks Came back with them bricks Came back with them bricks [Verse: Trill Sammy & Soulja Boy] Young Drako nigga I play with the pans Poppin' the seals and mixin' the xans Stacks On Deck Money Gang, we in demand Go ask your bitch, she know I'm the man Go cop a zip, yeah that's soon as I land Pour up a six, double cup in my hand Hit your bitch from the back just to get up the count Bankroll on me way bigger Two bitches with me but I'm in the middle My type of bitch she like backwoods, not swishers Hop out a Range and keep range from you niggas (skrrt) Posted with a whole lot of money, young nigga up to somethin' Model lil bitch, I'm in out in London Then I go pick up 15, throw it all at Onyx Run up them bands, where my cake? She wanna fuck but I made the bitch wait Tried to send him a P, but it's really all shake Ran up 50s to 100s, I throw 'em the safes Cartier wrist with the ice Might catch a flight but I can't stay the night Shawty my type so I might change her life [?] like he Juice VVS on every tooth She wanna fuck but her pussy too loose I rather go count some blue [Chorus] Walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip Pussy nigga better not play with gang, do not slip Yeah, hop up on that yacht and I go take a trip Came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks Came back with them bricks Came back with them bricks [Verse 2: Soulja Boy & Trill Sammy] Jumped out the coupe, then I walked inside the trap (aye) Posted with my niggas, I got automatic straps (uh) You know that the gang put shit on the map Fuck with gang, nigga you know you gettin' clapped You not my homie, nigga you don't get dapped Ridin' round town with that strap in my lap Serving Hi-Tech, lean, act' Juugin, finessin, when I hop on the track I got your bitch, come get your bitch back Run up on gang, the bullets gon spray yo ass flat Yeah, back of the Maybach Shawty wanna fuck me then say that Send a couple shots at your du-rag [?] cause they filled up with blue racks [Chorus] Walked out the strip, got that thang on my hip Pussy nigga better not play with gang, do not slip Yeah, hop up on that yacht and I go take a trip Came back with them pounds, came back with them bricks Came back with them bricks Came back with them bricks