Dem Franchize Boyz Bricks 4 The High Lyrics

[Dame Dash + Parlae]
How rich y'all n____z wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...b____!)
You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
n____ you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a f___in trillionaire! (10 Hoe)

[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame Dash]
n____ I f___in hustle, n____ I get money!
I can get money doin anything!

I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame Dash]
n____ I really do my thing
Kind of f___in hustlers are y'all?

[Buddie]
yeah...
I'm posted in that tip (Tip)
And my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush)
In my sean john jones
I got the mild for the low (Low)
From smokin plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks....
(all that man, I need a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's

[Pimpin']
On the hill wit that s___ from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill n____'s order
what you n____'s wanna order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest goin for the high

[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame Dash]
Now see I like the s___ these n____z is talkin
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm f___in wit em, Hey!

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down

[Dame Dash]
I got houses in different continents n____!
n____ I did my trips in London, remember that?
f___ is wrong wit ya'll?!?

[j__zal Man]
I'm the boss of my own s___, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touch
My money come in stacks (Stacks)
And I know just how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man
You'll never know it's me, but a n____ got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans'
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you n____'s that like to pop (Pop)
You know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool
This s___ don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this s___ tha Franchize!

[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame Dash + Jim Jones]
n____'s get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
n____ I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....

[Jim Jones]
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them n____'s know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like f___ it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin

[Parlae]
Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, f___ wit me! (Westside! Aye f___ wit me)
I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo
And when the show's slow (Show's slow)
I cook extra blow (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, like dead people
Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)
And ya bank account? s___, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can beat it like my....
I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man

[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame Dash]
You see how I get down wit the get down
n____ I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends, n____ f___ is wrong wit you?!?

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame Dash]
f___ is wrong wit y'all, n____ I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I done sold m____fuckin music, that s___ was easy!!
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
I can get money in fashion, that s___ was nuthin!!
In five years I started that s___, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch what the f___ is gonna be now!!!