Old Bricks

I used to sell some dope
Before the Feds got me lock
It was me running the block
Since i was a kid, I know this job

Call to Brazil
I'm sending someone
São Paulo chill and a bit of fun
But bring my bricks
Don't mess with my shit
If you got that skills 0-7-9-1

Ooh
But now I don't want it no more
Ooh
But also never left my door
Ooh

I don't know, I don't know
If I keep walking over the snow
Or maybe i just go with the flow
Ooh

Cause all my friends loves Moolah
And we've got that sauce
We've got the Fuel

Low-Cost Flights thats how we do'inn
I just want more money for my GANG

My life's real, i don't lie
I got bills, i got a wife
My kids coming, i had to dive
I made some deals, I did try

But this crazy life doesn't stop
Has been chasing me like i'm a star
And i don't give a fuck about Cops
So FREE all my NUCCAS behind the bars

Ooh
But maybe i want a bit more
Ooh
And maybe i'll open my door
Ooh

I don't know, I don't know
If I keep walking over the snow
Or maybe i just go with the flow

Cause all my friends loves Moolah
And we've got that sauce
We've got the Fuel

Low-Cost Flights thats how we do'inn
I just want more money for my GANG

No Pain, No Gain
That's why im sellinn again
Im blowing my mind
Inside this game
Just like ma brother Kobain

I only think about money
When you only trying to be funny
Im on this Streets on my hustling
And if i cook now will be only cocaine

Ooh
And now i got it at all
Ooh
And i might just have opened my door
Ooh

I don't know, i don't know
If I keep walking over the snow
Or maybe i just go wiv the flow

Cause all my friends loves Moolah
And we've got that sauce
We've got the Fuel

Low-Cost Flights thats how we do'inn
I just want more money for my GANG



Credits
Writer(s): Frederico Campos
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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