French Montana, Jadakiss, Harry Fraud - Bricks & Bags lyrics

[French Montana, Jadakiss, Harry Fraud - Bricks & Bags lyrics]

I should have signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Dope, boy)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Should have signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' coke
Boy
(Coke, boy)
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You know how this street shit go

What y'all niggas expect from
Me? It was destiny
I grinded accessibly
Put rocks on the neck of me
The standard of hammer, in all my rooms
I get a new Glock every week
My old bitch think I'm too
Rich to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces
Made for my jeweller
Drive-by's with rugers
Twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make
Cocaine like I'm Scooter
The letter told my nigga 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
Hoes think they usin' me
I got her out the country eatin' beautifully
Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie
War endorsement, war with law enforcement
'Til my lawn full of
Maybachs and small Porsches
Let's go (Haan)

I should have signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Dope, boy, Montana)
I should have signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Haan)
I should have signed to Coke Boy
But I was sellin' coke
Boy
(Coke, boy, Montana)
I should have signed to Coke Boy
But I was sellin' coke
Boy
(Coke, boy)

Coke Boys charged double in the drought
Pack busted in her stomach
Started foamin' out the mouth
(Woo)
On strays, broad day, think they like sweet
And my youngin got the K like Skete
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Before you try and surf, let the wave break
(Break)
Let the cake bake (Bake)
Talkin' summers
I done had a whole decade straight
(Haan)
Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner
She on E! like her manager was Kris Jenner
(Ah)
Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me
Never let nobody live in your mind for free
(Ah)
And when you get tested, you get your answers
Block pitchin', jumpin' like Miles Bridges
(Uh)
Could have signed to Cash Money but
I was gettin' cash money
Knicks game, floor seats next to Van Gundy
(Ah)
Coke Boy co-founder
Head cracked like I was nose-divin'
At the met gala with no stylist, haan (Ah)

I should have signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Dope, boy, Montana)
I should have signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Haan)
I should have signed to Coke Boy
But I was sellin' coke
Boy
(Coke, boy, Montana, haha)
I should have signed to Coke Boy
But I was sellin' coke
Boy
(Coke, boy)

Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (Uh, huh)
The only drill he ever been
On was from Home Depot
(Haha)
It's never your enemy
It's always your own people
(Yeah)
Pride was the reason he died, no ego (No ego)
You know me, you know me, the don Jada (Yeah)
I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega
(Woo)
Work touched down, I sold it
I ain't hold it
(Uh, uh)
Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID (Nope)
We just rubber band the money
We don't fold it
(Never)
As far as the account of me goes
We control it
(We control it)
You have a lil' luck if you came up (Uh)
Ask me, fentanyl is fuckin' the game up
(Hmm)
You get your chain jumped
Just play the game proper
(That's it)
Playin' with your nose or is
You a vein popper?
(Fane popper)
Knockin' off half in zips
Just another day at the office
Bags and bricks, what's up? (Haan)

I could've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Dope boy, haan)
I could've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Dope boy, haha)
I could've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope
Boy
(Dope boy, don't worry about it)

I was sellin' it all, haha

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