Brick To A Million Lyrics - Al Capone - Master P

Featuring Fat Trel & Alley Boy 

New niggas wearin' dresses - fuck it, I ain't scared to address it 

Gangster niggas on skateboards? 

I'm at the house breakin' motherfuckin' headboards 

Real niggas stand up - three dollar niggas y'all man up 

Real niggas stand up - I ain't hatin', three dollar niggas man up! 

Candy paint on my foreign whip 

Frito Lay, we got corn chips 

Middle finger, we don't give a fuck 

Turn a brick to a million bucks 

Candy paint on my foreign whip 

Frito Lay, we got corn chips 

Middle finger, we don't give a fuck 

Turn a brick to a million bucks 

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Hatin' niggas just ride off 

I'm the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw 

You the motherfuckin' secretary 

You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin' hella scary 

Bitch nigga be gone, bitch 

Starin' at me, what's wrong, bitch? 

I'm in the Louis shoes and the shirt 

Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse 

Bitch nigga, you ain't right 

Mad at me 'cause my paper right 

Mad at me 'cause my paper right 

And you know your bitch ass can't even fight 

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Slutty boy game, bitch - who I came with? 

Three hoes, one date, fuckin' with the same dick 

No metro, .38 Special 

Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol 

That's a no-no, Louis, no logo 

Liquor store, fuck the pussy up and down, pogo 

What's next? High-def, shoot slow-mo 

In between her legs, turn my Jheris into cornrows 

Find me fuckin' on a badass hoe 

LA beat with the DC flow 

Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low 

Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro 

Aye... what these faggot niggas on, P? 

Me an Trel Louis'd down all in DC 

Aye... I see these niggas made hoes choose 'em 

Rare bitch, green eyes with a big booty 

You'll get your shit pushed back for the right fact 

I got them fakers on sight, we gon' eat that 

Ain't with the new cool, we just gettin' money 

Foreign whips, candy paint, they gon' look funny 

I got 10 exotic bitches for the foreign car 

Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon' fuck 'em all 

Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon 

Master P, five mil', just one album 

Brick to a million bucks 

Brick, brick to a million bucks