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French Montana & Harry Fraud – Bricks & Bags

Lyrics Bricks & Bags – French Montana & Harry Fraud feat. Jadakiss & Benny The Butcher

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin’ dope, boy
The Butcher comin’, n**ga
Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin’ coke, boy
You know how this street s**t go

What y’all n**gas expect from me It was destiny
I grinded accessibly, put rocks on the neck of me
This coupe I got from Doupon, registry
The standard of hammer, in my all rooms
I get a new Glock every week
My old b**ch think I’m too rich to send an Uber
My new b**ch wanna get pieces made for my jeweller
Drive-by’s with rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make c0caine like I’m Scooter

The letter told my n**ga in jail, told him he blessed
He said, You gotta hold us down, you the only one left, yeah
Responsibility come with the opportunity
Don’t want no crooked preacher lyin’ in my eulogy
H*es think they usin’ me
I got her out the country eatin’ beautifully
Spent a couple hunnid on her ..
War endorsement, war with law enforcement
‘Til my long full of Maybachs and small Porsches
Let’s go

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin’ dope, boy
I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin’ dope, boy
I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin’ coke, boy
I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin’ coke, boy

Coke Boys charged double in the drought
Hack busted in her stomach, started foamin’ out the mouth
On strays, broad day, think they like sweet
And my youngin got the K like Skeet
Before you try and surf, let the wave break
Let the cake bake
Talkin’ summers, I done had a whole decade straight
Her eyes dilated, we gon’ miss dinner
She don’t eat, like her manager was Kris Jenner
Need a brick in a brown bag Sign to me
Never let nobody live in your mind for free
And when you get tested, you get your answers
Block pitchin’, jumpin’ like Miles Bridges
Could have signed to Cash Money but I was gettin’ cash money
Nick, game floor seats, next to Van Gundhi
Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-divin’
At the met gala with no stylist, haan

Yeah, they hit n**gas with the RICO
The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot
It’s never your enemy, it’s always your own people
Pride was the reason he died, no ego
You know me, you know me, the don Jada
I’m out there, morning s**t for the Montega
Work touched down, I sold it, I ain’t hold it
Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID
We just rubbin’ bands, the money, we don’t fold it
As far as the account of me goes, we control it
You have a lil’ luck if you came up
Ask me, fentanyl is f**kin’ the game up
You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper
Playin’ with your nose or is you a fane popper
Knockin’ off half in zips, just another day at the office
Bags and bricks, what’s up

I could’ve signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin’ dope, boy
I could’ve signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin’ dope, boy
I could’ve signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin’ dope, boy

I was sellin’ it all, haha…

Written by French Montana, Jadakiss, Harry Fraud, Benny the Butcher
Album: Montega
Produced by Harry Fraud
French Montana | Benny the Butcher | Jadakiss | Harry Fraud | 2022

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