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 Dem Franchize Boyz  - Bricks 4 The High [feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones]
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 Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz Album: On Top Of Our Game

    Song: Bricks 4 The High [feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones]


[Dame Dash + Parlae] 
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)

You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) 
You wanna be a
billionaire? (10 Hoe!) 
Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)

I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe) 

[Chorus] 
I got them
bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on the
block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
Nigga I fuckin hustle,
nigga I get money! 
I can get money doin anything! 

I got them bricks
for the high, and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on the block til
the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
Nigga I really do my thing 
Kind of
fuckin hustlers are y'all? 

[Buddie] 
yeah... 
I'm posted in that tip
(Tip) 
And my homeboy home 
Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) 
In my
sean john jones 
I got the mild for the low (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 paaaa... 
Twenty G's on the chain,
and I'm still worth a couple blocks.... 
(all that man, I need a fo, a
duece) 
It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's


[Pimpin'] 
On the hill wit that shit from a custom border 
Two gram,
fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??) 
That's one, I
fulfill nigga's order 
what you nigga's wanna order? 
06' 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 

[Chorus] 
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by
the pound 
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame
Dash] 
Now see I like the shit these niggaz is talkin 
Real hustla's
recognize other real hustla's 
That's why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey! 

I
got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on
the block til the sun go down 

[Dame Dash] 
I got houses in different
continents nigga! 
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?

Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!? 

[Jizzal Man] 
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 (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 (Sweet) 
And I'm dealin wit tha
curribeans' 
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 (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! 

[Chorus] 
I got them bricks
for the high and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on the block til
the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash + Jim Jones] 
Nigga's get a million
dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!) 
Nigga I made my first
million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..) 

I got them bricks
for the high and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on the block til
the sun go down.... 

[Jim Jones] 
Ugh....Jones, Capo! 
Dipset! Them
nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!) 
Spillin champagne, all over
Vision's Couches (Ballin!) 
Like fuck it, tell alex keep the cris'
rollin (Keep it Rollin!) 
I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols
showin' (Watch Em!) 
Spendin a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)

Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!) 
I'm so
icy, and I think they like me (Like Me) 
Seven Jeans saggin, fitted
cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!) 
The foreign cars got they
eyes poppin' (Daammnn....) 
And you can see the stars when the ride
droppin 

[Parlae] 
Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!) 
Let ya boy
Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!) 
I got
more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me) 
I'm
iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo 
And when the show's slow
(Show's slow) 
I cook extra blow (Extra blow) 
Put the whip game on
it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough) 
Keep the cars pullin up, like
it's Texaco (Texaco) 
I can make it get stiff, like dead people 
Keep
my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater) 
And ya bank
account? shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare) 
Residue on my
clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (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 

[Chorus] 
I got them bricks for the high
and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on the block til the sun go
down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
You see how I get down wit the get down 
Nigga
I got a car for everyday of the week 
And two other cars for the
weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!? 

I got them bricks for the
high and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on the block til the sun go
down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
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!!! 

  




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                           [Dame Dash + Parlae] 
How rich y'all niggaz
wanna be? (Franchize!) 
You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)

You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!) 
Nigga you wanna be what I
wanna be...(10 Hoe!) 
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)


[Chorus] 
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound

I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
Nigga
I fuckin hustle, nigga I get money! 
I can get money doin anything!


I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound 
I'm
posted on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
Nigga I
really do my thing 
Kind of fuckin hustlers are y'all? 

[Buddie]

yeah... 
I'm posted in that tip (Tip) 
And my homeboy home 
Blew an
ounce of that kush (Kush) 
In my sean john jones 
I got the mild for
the low (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
paaaa... 
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple
blocks.... 
(all that man, I need a fo, a duece) 
It started in that
temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's 

[Pimpin'] 
On the hill wit that
shit from a custom border 
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a
quarter (For a Quarter??) 
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order 
what
you nigga's wanna order? 
06' 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 

[Chorus]

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted
on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
Now see I like the
shit these niggaz is talkin 
Real hustla's recognize other real
hustla's 
That's why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey! 

I got them bricks for
the high and the purp by the pound 
I'm posted on the block til the
sun go down 

[Dame Dash] 
I got houses in different continents nigga!

Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that? 
Fuck is wrong wit
ya'll?!? 

[Jizzal Man] 
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 (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 (Sweet) 
And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans' 
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 (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!


[Chorus] 
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound

I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash + Jim
Jones] 
Nigga's get a million dollars and think they gettin it?
(Harlem!) 
Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager
(Dipset! Byrdgang..) 

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by
the pound 
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Jim
Jones] 
Ugh....Jones, Capo! 
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this
(ByrdGang!) 
Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)

Like fuck it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!) 
I'm
gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!) 
Spendin
a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...) 
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in
the roster's (The Fast Life!) 
I'm so icy, and I think they like me
(Like Me) 
Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh
to death!) 
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....) 
And
you can see the stars when the ride droppin 

[Parlae] 
Aye Jim Jones,
(What's Hattninnin!) 
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem
clientele (What's Hattninnin!) 
I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit
me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me) 
I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an
eskimo 
And when the show's slow (Show's slow) 
I cook extra blow
(Extra blow) 
Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra
Dough) 
Keep the cars pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco) 
I can make
it get stiff, like dead people 
Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a
egg beater (Egg Beater) 
And ya bank account? shit, that's my pocket
fare (Pocket Fare) 
Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear
(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


[Chorus] 
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound

I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
You
see how I get down wit the get down 
Nigga I got a car for everyday of
the week 
And two other cars for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit
you?!? 

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound 
I'm
posted on the block til the sun go down.... 

[Dame Dash] 
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!!!                          
 
							
                                    
                            

							


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