Brick on My Wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I stay on the go so baby f*ck me in the car
Please learn your astrology you f*ckin with a star
Im a trip advisor f*ck with you will go far
I ain't talking xanies but Im bout to buy a bar (Yea yea yea)
Yea a nigga got cheese, bank accounts overseas
Wrist worth a hundred G's, hold up hold up hold up...
Got ya b*tch on her knees, neck game on freeze
Might f*ck around and sneeze, big dog ducking fleas
Its like I hit the lottery, my diamonds a commodity
My smallest tennis bracelet could've bought a Honda Odyssey
Im through with all the modesty, name a nigga hot as me
Im talking bout a definite and not a f*ckin probably
Aye, you probably a hater tho, I just keep this s*it organic call me Trader Joe
Get you some money homie what the f*ck you hating for?
Another bracelet bout to make them b*tches hate some more!
I put a brick on my wrist
Any time you aint around Im putting d*ck in your b*tch
Im as real as it gets, never slipping get to tripping I will empty the clip
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
Racked up all blues every time I fall thru
Brick up on my wrist but no cocaine Im talking dog food
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I stay on the go so baby f*ck me in the car
Please learn your astrology you f*ckin with a star
Im a trip advisor f*ck with you will go far
I ain't talking xanies but Im bout to buy a bar (Yea yea yea)
Yea a nigga got cheese, bank accounts overseas
Wrist worth a hundred G's, hold up hold up hold up...
Got ya b*tch on her knees, neck game on freeze
Might f*ck around and sneeze, big dog ducking fleas
Its like I hit the lottery, my diamonds a commodity
My smallest tennis bracelet could've bought a Honda Odyssey
Im through with all the modesty, name a nigga hot as me
Im talking bout a definite and not a f*ckin probably
Aye, you probably a hater tho, I just keep this s*it organic call me Trader Joe
Get you some money homie what the f*ck you hating for?
Another bracelet bout to make them b*tches hate some more!
I put a brick on my wrist
Any time you aint around Im putting d*ck in your b*tch
Im as real as it gets, never slipping get to tripping I will empty the clip
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
Racked up all blues every time I fall thru
Brick up on my wrist but no cocaine Im talking dog food
I put a brick on my wrist
I put a brick on my wrist
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Writer(s): Ryan Larry
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