[Intro]
Phoned my plug like "Send me bricks, I need five"
He sent me ten outta love
He sent me ten outta love

[Chorus]
Phoned my plug like "Send me bricks, I need five"
He sent me ten outta love
I pulled up outside in this AMG ride
Now she going down like the sun
I got dargs in jail and I know they all ride
I still send 'em dough outta love
Never came with a drink just to have a good night
I brought my gun to the club
If I buss my hammer for you, I might do it hundrеd times
And that's just outta love
Baby girl wants my heart but I'm brokеn inside
So how can I show you any love?
Every day I wake up, I commit another crime
Damn I think my lifestyle's fucked
He's my brother, he's my killy, he's my drilla, he's my slime
It's a different type of love

[Verse]
Dior 22's and a trackie by CELINE
I get bricks, stretch bricks like a limousine
These rappers getting taken for their chains and their watches
When the fuck you gonna rise your machine?
Raised right, had to keep my morals and manners
Turn new-shape high performance into rammers
Millions of views, I keep making a hit
Got a ten tonne press darg, I'm making a brick
I'm a walking ATM bro, I got plenty bands
So much hand tings, I ain't got that many hands
So much bad B's, I ain't giving any plans
Shifting all these bricks like I'm building on land
Stevie Wonder, I ain't seeing shit happen
I hopped out the M3, into the G-Wagon
Press Machine Muzz, he a press machine boy
I'm wanted so today my name is Leroy
Nicolas Cage in this whip, sixty seconds and I'm gone
My Asian darg give me boxes, he Amir Khan
I hopped out the M340d
The Sky-Dweller like forty-three, I ain't talking G
Told her that I'm busy and that P's come first
She just wanna strip like a police drug search
These rappers really forcing it, it looks all funny
Only thing I force is rubber bands on money
[Chorus]
Phoned my plug like "Send me bricks, I need five"
He sent me ten outta love
I pulled up outside in this AMG ride
Now she going down like the sun
I got dargs in jail and I know they all ride
I still send 'em dough outta love
Never came with a drink just to have a good night
I brought my gun to the club
If I buss my hammer for you, I might do it hundred times
And that's just outta love
Baby girl wants my heart but I'm broken inside
So how can I show you any love?
Every day I wake up, I commit another crime
Damn I think my lifestyle's fucked
He's my brother, he's my killy, he's my drilla, he's my slime
It's a different type of love