| (Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile G-4 flying, No Sky-miles | |
| Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city | |
| Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions | |
| All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin' | |
| And just a day back a quarter key was the mission | |
| And now I'm weighing fish scale on a big scale | |
| Hopin' I can invade the law and stay outta jail | |
| My relative gave me work, I made it disappear | |
| Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window | |
| seal My cousin wanna a brick | |
| Listen here you better bring my money back quick | |
| And he replied like this | |
| [Hook: T.I. & Yung Booke] | |
| [T:] | |
| Man, I can't even fit this money in a rubberband | |
| Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand | |
| If I can't make that brick Bitch I bet my brother can | |
| Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man | |
| [Y:] | |
| And if they ask we got the whip game proper | |
| If the brick game droppa | |
| Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter | |
| Got the whip game proper | |
| My clique aim choppers | |
| Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man | |
| [Verse 2 - Yung Booke] | |
| (Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin | |
| Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin' | |
| G's on ya head now you a fan of the packers | |
| We stiffer than a statue, We seprano style | |
| [?] | |
| Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling | |
| Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin' | |
| Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it lock | |
| Set it out | |
| [?] | |
| and to | |
| [?] | |
| to the block I'm motivated by big faces, I need guack | |
| My only friends is God Almighty and snake cock | |
| Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got | |
| knocked Many quit the game and the other was in the box | |
| FLYA | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3 - Spodee] | |
| UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter | |
| Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry | |
| Carter I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the swan though | |
| And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm non-spoke | |
| I mix the coke with the water like I'm chemist | |
| I'm smoking until I'm finished | |
| I'm focused and independent You locals is my apprentice | |
| Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end | |
| I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her | |
| friend And I just acquired another a fan, I'm truly swag | |
| If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma shoot his ass | |
| I'mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla | |
| If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 4 - Darius F.] | |
| (Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots | |
| Y'all niggas trash and its tragic | |
| Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood attacking | |
| With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another track and | |
| If you ready for me, I'mma get it cracking | |
| I'mma send ya ass packing | |
| Jamaican Magician | |
| I got the power! Y'all keep wishing | |
| Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing | |
| Forgive me Jah for I am sinning | |
| Undefeated and I'mma keep winning | |
| Some much money like I won the lotto | |
| Keep it just in case like rocko | |
| The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso | |
| Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto | |
| My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead | |
| No choice but to follow | |
| I'm all about my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said | |
| No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I don't care who I'm slaying | |
| You can keep hatin' while I'm Bill Gatin' | |
| Hope you understand what I'm saying | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 5 - Rich Kid Shawty] | |
| You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover | |
| But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah | |
| The trap hop, skip, jumpin' | |
| Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin' | |
| Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking fuck shit | |
| And if you try to rob I make ya head do the | |
| [?] | |
| Finger licking delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes | |
| 6 like | |
| [?] | |
| for niggas | |
| [?] | |
| I rock the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian | |
| Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion | |
| Bird flappin' It's the home of the falcons | |
| They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm | |
| Whip transforming like the yellow camaro | |
| Blockin' the skellos smokin the rellos |
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