Released on May 1, 2008

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[Intro: Yo Gotti]

It's your boy Yo Gotti, yeah

Gucci Mane La Flare

My nigga Ralph in here

Zaytoven on the beat, nigga

And it's a street nigga holiday

My nigga DJ Holiday, yeah


[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Bricks, all-white bricks

Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks

Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks

Balling like a bitch with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty-six zips

That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?

Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense

Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

So Icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow

They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke

My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold twenty

And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey

Sike, the pack in and I'm working

Drought season in, charged your ass a whole thirty

But right now you can get it for a low number

The fish scale white, same color my Hummer

Zone 6 polar bears never see summer

It's winter all year 'cause the birds fly yonder

95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner

I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper


[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

It's bricks, all-white bricks

Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks

Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks

Balling like a bitch with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty-six zips

That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?

Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense

Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


[Verse 2: Yung Ralph]

I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve

That's sixteen bars, same price for a bird

What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?

I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town

So many bricks I can build my own apartment

You better have a check when you come in my department

Yes, I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole

Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes

I got a trap house and a trap car

A hundred thousand off a cap, that's a trap star

All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous

Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious


[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Bricks, all-white bricks

Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks

Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks

Balling like a bitch with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty-six zips

That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?

Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense

Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

Tony Montana, all I have in this world

Is my hundred-round chopper and my white girl

Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook

Call the plug back, tell him he got took

Know what that mean? This shit free

That means none for him and more for me

I took something, I'm gutter, bitch

Don't trust me dawg, this that North Memphis shit

Old school, new Porsche

Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war

Bricks, AKA my best friend

Twenty-eight inch rims, call 'em grown men

Dope stepped on, call it step-child

I got that Slim Shady, we call it 8 Mile

I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown

Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house


[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Bricks, all-white bricks

Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks

Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks

Balling like a bitch with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty-six zips

That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?

Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense

Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks