[Intro] I got bricks in the ‘frigerator, bales in the closet Pills in the cabinet, known to make a profit I got bricks in the ‘frigerator, bales in the closet Pills in the cabinet, known to make a profit Sitting in the trap, going goddamn cray (2x) [Bridge] Chyeah, Aye… Juiceman in this motherfucker, yessir Chyeah Aye… [Hook] (2x) I got bricks in the ‘frigerator, bales in the closet Pills in the cabinet, known to make a profit Sitting in the trap, going goddamn cray (2x) [Verse 1] Sitting in the trap, going goddamn cray I got pills, I got bags, I got goddamn babies Standing over the stove cooking fish just like a sailor Got your baby girl [?] I got all kind of drugs, I can serve you like a waiter I’m quick with the rock, some like Dion Waders And this black and gray strap got me feeling the Raiders Bales in the closet overprotected by them lasers This .44 Bulldog turn a hater to a vapor While these bricks coming in, still serving in Decatur Money count machine had to help me count this paper [?], we’ll call them hoes the Lakers [Hook] (2x) I got bricks in the ‘frigerator, bales in the closet Pills in the cabinet, known to make a profit Sitting in the trap, going goddamn cray (2x) [Verse 2] Refrigerator burr-y, got right wrist like Katy Perry When I get it to the Crest, young Juiceman dump ‘em in a hurry Plug done passed the rock, got assist like Stephen Curry Got some pills all in the cabinet known to keep your vision blurry And I’m drinking up the lean, bricks in a Saleen [?] Sunday clean, got straps like the A-Team Cinnabon drum, silence [?] With my wrist in the pot, got me looking Kareem Sitting in the trap, nonstop like a machine Front door, back door (3x) [?] I just want it all, nigga love to hear that ping (2x) [Hook] (2x) I got bricks in the ‘frigerator, bales in the closet Pills in the cabinet, known to make a profit Sitting in the trap, going goddamn cray (2x)