Bricks 4 The High Lyrics - Dame Dash

How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? 

You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire? 

Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be 

I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money 

I can get money doin' anything 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

Nigga, I really do my thing 

Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all? 

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home 

Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones 

I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos 

Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo 

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa 

Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks 

It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's 

On the hill wit that shit from a custom border 

Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter 

That's one, I fulfill nigga's order 

What you nigga's wanna order? 

Oh six' 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 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

I sound like the shit these niggaz is talkin' 

Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's 

That's why I'm fuckin' wit em 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

I got houses in different continents, nigga 

Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that? 

Fuck is wrong wit ya'll? 

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 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 nigga got the work holmes 

I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone 

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha Carribeans 

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 nigga's that like to 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 bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

Niggas get a million dollars and think they gettin' it? 

Nigga, I made my first million when I was a teenager 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

Jones, Capo, Dipset, them niggas know I'm 'bout this 

Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's couches 

Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin' 

I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin' 

Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's 

Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's 

I'm so icy and I think they like me 

Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my white tee 

The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' 

And you can see the stars when the ride droppin' 

Aye, Jim Jones 

Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele 

I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me 

I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo 

And when the show's slow, I cook extra blow 

Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough 

Keep the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco 

I can make it get stiff like dead people 

Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg beater 

And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket fare 

Residue on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear 

I can beat it like my, I treat the dope 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 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

You see how I get down wit the get down 

Nigga, I got a car for every day of the week 

And two other cars for the weekends 

Nigga, fuck is wrong wit you? 

I got them bricks 4 the high 

And the purp by the pound 

I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down 

Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga 

I can sell whatever I wanna sell 

I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was easy 

Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it 

I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin' 

In five years I started that shit 

Sold my part for thirty million 

And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now