Backroads and Brick Money

[Intro]
Yeah
Still ridin'
Still grindin' (uh)
Let’s go

[Verse 1]
Candy on the Chevy, whole block lean
Brick house tucked where the grass too green
Auntie in the window, say the law been seen
I stuff another stack in the busted blue jeans

Church on Sunday, trap on Monday
Same backroad, two whole runways
Scale on the counter by the ashtray
I learned how to pray and to stash in the same day

Dust on my boots, gold on my teeth
Boys talk tough, they don’t walk our streets
Mama need lights, baby girl need cleats
I’m out late night, turnin' talk to receipts (yeah)

[Chorus]
Backroads and brick money
Crawfish boil, but the game stay bloody
Whole hood rootin' when I make it out the muddy
If you from the bottom, then you always hungry

Backroads and brick money
Screens in the dash, ride slow, look ugly
Hustle in my blood, can’t take nothin' from me
If you from the bottom, then you always hungry (always)

[Verse 2]
Cool cup drippin' on the front porch step
Dog bark once if a stranger crept
Unc got a box in the old tool shed
Say open that wrong, boy, you might turn deaf

Corner store clerk know me by face
Bag full of chips and a pouch for the case
Whole strip talk when I park in place
Still keep grace, say a prayer just in case

Plug from the country, talk real slow
Send a lil' word, watch the whole thing grow
Cousin doing time, call once, then he go
He say, “Stack what you can, don’t stunt for a show”

[Chorus]
Backroads and brick money
Crawfish boil, but the game stay bloody
Whole hood rootin' when I make it out the muddy
If you from the bottom, then you always hungry

Backroads and brick money
Screens in the dash, ride slow, look ugly
Hustle in my blood, can’t take nothin' from me
If you from the bottom, then you always hungry (yeah)