[Intro: Dame Dash & Parlae]

How rich y'all niggas wanna be? (Franchize)

You wanna be a millionaire? (DFB, bitch)

You wanna be a billionaire?

Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be

I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire

[Chorus: Dame Dash & Parlae]

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money

I can get money doin' anything

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down

Nigga, I really do my thing

What kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

[Verse 1: Pimpin]

I was posted in that Temp (Temp), in my homeboy hall

With an ounce of that kush (Kush), in my Sean John drawers

I got the pounds for the low (Low), so I'm smokin' plenty Optimos

Tryna make a quick flip like my partner Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a part

Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks

(All that, man, I need a four, a deuce)

It started in that Temp, flippin' mid by them OZs

[Verse 2: Buddie]

On the hill with that shit from across the border

Two-gram fifties, do the math for a quarter

That's one, I fulfill niggas' order, what you niggas wanna order?

'06 Nino Brown, flip the Temp into the Carter

Rebirth, don't cut up my four-ways

I stash purp pounds, that there for the drop days

And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sun rise

I break one down and the rest goin' for the high

[Chorus: Dame Dash & Parlae]

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down

Now, see, I like the shit these niggas is talkin'

Real hustlers recognize other real hustlers, that's why I'm fuckin' with 'em, hey

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down

I got houses in different continents, nigga

Nigga, I did my cribs in London, remember that?

Fuck is wrong with y'all?

[Verse 3: Jizzal Man]

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the rulin' general

Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral

I'm workin' hard white, so I never twerk that touch and bust

My workers on the block, so the work, I 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 (Skrrt)

You'd never know it's me, but a nigga got the work, holmes

I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone

Connect so sweet (Sweet), and I'm dealin' with the Caribbeans

It come from 'cross the water, now it's taped to my Europeans

Supply whole towns, little counters in the projects

Tryna double my money up, leave the block with a profit

For you niggas that like to pop (Pop), you know I got the pills too

Get you a couple Skittles, have you spinnin' like some wheels, fool

This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise

I got my own business, I call this shit the Franchize

[Chorus: Dame Dash, Parlae & Jim Jones]

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down

Niggas get a million dollars and think they gettin' it (Harlem shit, nigga)

Nigga, I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset, Byrdgang)

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down (Jones, Capo, Dipset)

[Verse 4: Jim Jones]

And niggas know I'm 'bout this (ByrdGang)

Spillin' champagne all over Vision's couches (Ballin')

Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the Crisses rollin' (Keep 'em rollin')

I'm gettin' drunk, blowin' weed with the pistols showin' (Watch 'em)

Spend a couple K's up in Strokers (Alright)

Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the 'Rossas (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' (Damn)

And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'

[Interlude: Parlae]

Ayy, Jim Jones (Yeah)

Let your boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (P-Town, man)

I got more crack than a curb (Westside, fuck with me)

[Verse 5: Parlae]

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' with the mic or an egg beater (Egg beater)

And your bank account? Shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket fare)

Residue on my clothes, call it Rocawear (Rocawear)

I can beat it like Mike (Beat it like Mike)

I treat the dope like Tina and I beat it like Ike (Beat it like Ike)

And I keep the grass, so you can call me the lawn man

I ride around with chickens like I came from a farm, man

[Chorus: Dame Dash & Parlae]

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down

You see how I get down with the get-down, nigga, I got a car for every day of the week

And two other cars for the weekends, nigga, fuck is wrong with you?

I got the bricks for the high and the purp by the pounds

I'm posted on the block 'til the sun go down

Fuck is wrong with y'all?

Nigga, I can sell whatever I wanna sell

I done sold motherfuckin' music, that shit was easy

Started Roc-A-Fella, sold it

I can get money in fashion, that shit was nothin'

In five years, I started that shit

Sold my part for thirty million

And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now