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Fredo Santana( Derrick Coleman )
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Bricks
[Hook:] In the trap house whippin' bricks In my closet, there go bricks In my dresser, there go bricks On the floor, there go some bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Brokes can't get no money Goddamn, that makes no sense I'm rich, I'm gettin' all this money Goddamn, I'm off these bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks Bricks, bricks, damn I love them bricks
Money talk and I be talking to them bosses Take a trip to the bank, goddamn I love deposits And I can't fuck with you if you on that opp shit When it's beef, I'm shootin' at you whenever you are a coward Trap house whippin' bricks Finna pour me up a six Tell the squad with the shits Don't make us do a hit Rap game trap game, same thang, still slangin' (?) a nigga rob and I got a lil' fade Can't never let no thot, can't get no clout on my name Heard a nigga sneak dissing, guess he wanna be on the front page You ain't 'bout no money, then we ain't on the same page And I ain't getting along with yo ass, got rich off cocaine
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Twelve years old when I first started hustlin' Kept it low key, didn't even tell my mother I can't trust her, everybody undercover Paranoid, switching phones and changing numbers Fake niggas make me sick My trap house made me rich I'm in love with money, never love a bitch Same game, still the same Never change, fuck no change Still sellin' in my trap, middle finger to the rap game You know I'm in the kitchen, whippin' up a whole thang Only savages in the squad, we don't fuck with no lames Smokin' on that gas pack, you can call it propane Just got some top from a thot and I ain't even know her name
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