Yay.Nx - Laundry Bag Lyrics

I need bricks, I need bricks, I need all of that (I need all of that)
Yeah, put it in a laundry bag (tell em)
I need bricks, I need bricks, I need all of that (I need all of that)
Yeah, put it in a laundry bag (tell em)
Bury me like Maserati Rick, f*ckin on yo bitch
Savage how I pull up with the stick, niggas getting hit
I could give a f*ck bout how you feel, I'm a hit this lick
Aquafina water in my diamonds, bitches see it drip
Bad and boujee bitches in my whip, tryna take a flick
Money low, we gone make it flip
She just tried to order me around, who you think you is
Just wanna f*ck, no relationships
Yo bitch call me Daddy Yay, put her on this ex now she turnt
Ain't no Usher Raymond bitch, so quit tryna let it burn
No concern, when you in my city bitch ain't no return
Live and learn, I finesse you outta everything you earned
It's for sure, I just made these bitches fight over my Rolley
All this white up in the kitchen bitches look at me like Tony
In the whip, got me swerving like I'm driving in a stolley
You don't know me, how the f*ck you claiming me your one and only
Bitch pour up, arm and hammer baking soda
Mix lean with my Henny, make them little bitches throw up
Don't trust her in bed so I sleep next to that Cobra
What the f*ck I look like, bitch you ever see me sober
I'm at Bakers Lounge, talking money with Big Bill
Hit the hookah lounge, shut it down with them pills
I don't look around, got a shooter in them hills
You finessing cause you broke, I just do it for the thrill muthaf*cka
I need bricks, I need bricks, I need all of that (I need all of that)
Yeah, put it in a laundry bag (tell em)
I need bricks, I need bricks, I need all of that (I need all of that)
Yeah, put it in a laundry bag (tell em)
Bury me like Willie Stokes, all you bitches broke, what a joke
Dirty money in the cleaners, laundry bag full of coke
Told my bro, keep that strap on you when you go to the store
It's a nigga down the block and he gone pay me what he owe
Let em go, we got .223's and we got the new beams
F*ck that weed, I make way more money selling Charlie Sheen
I don't trust no muthaf*cka if he ain't down with the team
We got bullets that'll shoot a nigga straight outta his jeans
Sippin lean, y'all ain't never see the views from my 6
I just bought a baby choppa with the new extended clip
I been shooting at you niggas like my name was Curtis Trigg
Mask on, you gone have me f*ckin pull up to yo crib
What it is, hoe you know I been the man up in my city
I finesse more than I use to and I blame that on Tee Grizzly
Tell them stripper hoes to catch it while she pulling out her titties
In Detroit we jit and lock and sell that rock with that 9 milli'
I need bricks, I need bricks, I need all of that (I need all of that)
Yeah, put it in a laundry bag (tell em)
I need bricks, I need bricks, I need all of that (I need all of that)
Yeah, put it in a laundry bag (tell em)