[Intro: Master P]
New n***as wearin' dresses
Fuck it, I ain't scared to address it
Gangsta n***as on skateboards?
I'm at the house breakin' muthafuckin' headboards
Real n***as stand up, three dollar n***as y'all man up
Real n***as stand up, I ain't hatin', three dollar n***as man up

[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 1: Master P]
Hatin’ n***as just ride off
I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw
You the muthafuckin' secretary
You got on lipstick, n***a, lookin' hella scary
Bitch n***a be gone, bitch
Starin' at me, what’s wrong, bitch?
I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Ho n***a, you got a Louis purse
Bitch n***a, you ain’t right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
Mad at me 'cause my paper right
And you know your bitch ass can’t even fight
[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don’t give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don’t give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
Slutty boy gang, bitch – who I came with?
Three hoes, one date, fuckin' with the same dick
No metro, .38 Special
Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol
That's a no-no, Louis, no logo
Liquor store, fuck the pussy up and down, pogo
What's next? High-def, shoot slow-mo
In between her legs, turn my dreads into cornrows
Find me fuckin' on a badass ho
LA beat with the DC flow
Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low
Got a n***a out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro

[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
Aye, what these faggot n***as on, P?
Me an Trel Louis'd down all in DC
Aye, I see these n***as made hoes choose ‘em
Rare bitch, green eyes with a big booty
You'll get your shit pushed back for the right fact
I got them fakers on sight, we gon' eat that
Ain’t with the new cool, we just gettin' money
Foreign whips, candy paint, they gon' look funny
I got 10 exotic bitches for the foreign car
Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon' fuck ‘em all
Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon
Master P, five mil', just one album

[Chorus: Master P]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don't give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Outro: Master P]
Brick to a million bucks
Brick, brick to a million bucks