Oh,
yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh,
yeah.
Uh-huh.
Push your brick harder.
Turned to zipping to a brick in like a week or two.
You see it now you don't.
We call it peek-a-boo.
Getting bills like Billie check and Brady them.
Bitch, I make of America, Mr. ATM.
Never got high off my own supply.
Front * is punk *.
Hurry up and buy.
Money my best friend,
that white girl bring the checks in.
No talking on the phone, no texting.
Ain't zips like a brick to a broke nigga.
If them little niggas cancer,
you get him smoke,
nigga.
Got my pennies the harder way.
No magic.
Broke niggas in the way, we call that traffic.
Push more bricks than Shaq got the free throw.
Bricks to the face like Craig Diadiebo.
Pure white, virgin call it T-Bone.
If the price is right,
pull up and get them kilos.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Hey, get to the bag fast, do the dash.
I'm trying to crash into the cab before I pass.
Y'all money funny, we be laughing.
High school you was a man, what happened?
Rick called my plug neighbors was Rick Ross.
And she ain't sucking the *,
telling me get lost.
Diet coke for the low like a Groupon.
Never sleep on me again like a futon.
Fred Benz made that kick flip, Chung Lee.
Me and Rick Rock still grinding.
Push a T,
push a white B,
put 40s on that Bentley.
On God, everybody acting friendly.
Give me, lend me, can I hit the Remy?
All that's up the smoke, chimney.
From the same hood where mama used to sell rocks.
It feels so good, put money in the mailbox.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.
Feel old gram kickstarter,
push your brick harder.