Rick Ross - Bricks lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] My attitude is "f** it", house big as Publix Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring, a nugget n***as like to ride, sip lean out the bucket I lean to the side, white whip, Michael Douglas Hard times, call for drastic measures I call my dog, he brought a Mac-11 40 rounds, hollering "Where the yola at!?" n***a dead serious, choppah with a shoulder strap Microphone, Michael Corleone, I know I'm wrong The man up above love for me to sing them poems So sing along, you know the song I sing Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team It's Rozay, I need a hundred bottles Yellow b**hes, all of 'em swallow Ace Town, n***a, 305 I could move them packs, each and every night