Lyrics:
Yeah (yeah, in the stash house, nigga)
Yeah
Yeah
Burglar bar door, hardwood floors
Money on the table, I'm in my stash house
Bricks goin' in,
kept our love
And every single memory of me and you
Every letter, every note,
Every dress you never wore under your coat
Thrown away
Brick by brick,
We
got no wood
Don't got to brick
Don't got no shingles
Don't got no aluminum siding
I want my house
I want my granite iron house
Don't you know, I'm ready
Build it brick by brick, till I find a girl that fits
This home's a whole lot better without you
And I'll go it alone, call this house my home
I'm gonna
and pick the grams up
You got follows but no dollars man that shit ain't adding up
Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold
I can't sleep
to the world tours
Sometimes I reminisce about the Commodores
Oh, that brick house
Would make a grown man lose his mind
A young boy reach his prime
Call it
Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle-tooth boar
Who couldn't breathe right since the Vietnam War
Then
memories, tonight
Brick by brick, we're building memories
Brick by brick, a place for you and me
Memories are growing fast
Building up the house
Brick by
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards
Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, y'all niggas meet
Me by the motherfuckin'
The spot in like twenty minutes
Trap house doin' numbers, hey
Trap phone clickin',
Living a day at a time be the rhythm that fit
That way I´m always quick to predict a glitch
Building a house brick by brick and bit by bit
Living
meant for
And the place where I belong
Every moment brings me closer
To home
Brick by brick and board by board
Better than the day
The day before
Brick
It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house
It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
It's some shooters
Trap spot hot that's the brick house
Got a new bitch she a brick house
Homie came home from the big house
Gave the man keys to a big house
We wake up
corner house
Picket fence
And screechy gate
Let me take you back
We'll see the old red commodore
All we ever wanted and more
Stands right in front of us
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
down
Brick by brick the flames get higher
Build it strong with our desire
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are
trick
Brick by brick
It gets done
Another house for Faust
And then another one
Wontcha go ahead and doze
The little we own
Our little flirtation
Just go
to your house.
You can build it from bricks and stone,
but there's still no point in being alone.
So unlock your door I'm coming through
'cause this
We got all kinds of dope boys in this motherfucker
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I Am Dope!
Whip it, make
be rich
M cah build MI mumma a house and live lavish
Money money money
Like Kim and Kyle
Brik Pan Brick
Brik Pan Brik Pan Brick
Brik Pan Brick
Brik
wanting more than five
But place your order by the border & you'll get a supersize
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I
from thought)
Nothing blows that house away
Nothing blows that house away
Brick by brick by brick by brick by
Brick by brick by brick
Building me
queen, upon a throne in your house
I'm coming home
I'm coming home to your house
You can build it from bricks and stone
But there's still no point in
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