Lyrics Brick on My Wrist - Peso Peso

Brick on My Wrist

Yeh, yeh
Ayyye, ouu
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist
They like, «How does it feel to be rich?»
Yeh, yeh, I got a brick on my wrist
I might pull up on you with a stick
Yeh, yeh, I’m driving the Wraith rocking Cartier (Ayyye), oops, I meant to say
Bartier
I ain’t worried bout' no beef cause' my killers one call away
Gotta thick lil bitch finna put on my underwear
Got Dior on my body from my head to my feet
I you play with my brother then you dead in a week
I got a bust down Rollie and my diamonds on freeze
Puerto Rican bitch more wet than a beach
Off White and Bape, I don’t really wear Supreme
I might take a percocet, but I don’t fuck with the lean
I used to post up and sell hard, but now I serve P’s
And if a nigga fuck with Julo, imma make a nigga blow up
I got custos' walking through the front door
Yeah, we stacking up hunchos, but we still watching for the undos
And I’m ballin', but I hawk a nigga like Mutombo
I was trappin' in the hood now I’m trappin' out the condo
Tell your bitch quit calling me, she acting like a bug
You was selling outside, we was selling out drugs
Gotta play on the road, niggas know how it go
I’m finna send lil bro with the packs on the bus
On gang, we stepping on shit like the floor
I got 200 racks right now on my Dior
I’m outta town, need some Backwoods, nigga where the store at?
Gay ass niggas probably hating on the 'Gram, but I ignore it
I got junkies in the halls, got your bitch on my couch
A lot of traffic at the spot, yeah, they walking in and out
Nigga hating, but he so broke, he can’t buy a ounce
All the money that I got, I forgot that amount
Brand new Ferrari outside with the doors up nigga
What you need, I got you just hold up, nigga?
Got lil kid money, need to grow up nigga
And if you play with the fam, get smoked lil nigga
And how could I care what a broke nigga thank, when I’m rich than a bitch,
walking in and out the bank?
Check the forecast, diamonds on my wrist made it rain
All the dirt that I did in the streets, made a name
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh