Bricc Fair - Intellectual

[Chorus: Spodee]

I got brick fare

Got brick fare, got brick fare

Racks on me, bankroll

So many bands, can't even hold it

Told my fans just to hold up

They told me, nigga, we can't hold up

The pot shit, crack shit

The naborhood black shit

Pull up, flexin shit

Young nigga havin it

Old boots, pinky ring shit

Eatin good, and livin the same

No, I didn't fuck your hoe

I just got some fuckin throat

Drako in my bitch lap, I told that nigga he can't rap

Young nigga still live in the trap

Still cappin hard in the cap

I put the cooler in the Uber

I put my rollie with the roogger

I spaze out the Muler

6 bands bring the cooler

Tell the camera man to bring them out

Nick Cannon, got me wilden out

Racks stuffed in the fuckin Benzo

I got brick fare, yeah yeah

I got brick fare

Got brick fare, got brick fare

I come with brick fare, trap out the spot with the bitch there

Cash out on the watch, my bitch there

Money spent on shoes, 6 there

Trap out the spot, sip on the Lean

Imma go hard from the start

I got me some bands, I got me some Benzes

Me and my niggas, no limmit

Smokin on cush while we spendin

I see my teath when I look in my mearor

Came from the block, but ain't had crumbs in a minute

All money, it come in printed

I roll the dice, and it say that I'm winnin

I got brick fare

Got brick fare, got brick fare