Brick to a Million
Master P Lyrics


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[Intro:]
New niggas wearin’ dresses – fuck it, I ain’t scared to address it
Gangster niggas on skateboards?
I’m at the house breakin’ motherfuckin’ headboards
Real niggas stand up – three dollar niggas y’all man up
Real niggas stand up – I ain’t hatin’, three dollar niggas man up!

[Hook:]
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:]
Hatin’ niggas just ride off
I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw
You the motherfuckin’ secretary
You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin’ hella scary
Bitch nigga be gone, bitch
Starin’ at me, what’s wrong, bitch?
I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse
Bitch nigga, 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

[Hook:]

[Verse 2:]
Slutty boy game, 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 Jheris into cornrows
Find me fuckin’ on a badass hoe
La beat with the dc flow
Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low
Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro

[Hook:]

[Verse 3:]
Aye… what these faggot niggas on, P?
Me an Trel Louis’d down all in dc
Aye… I see these niggas 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

[Hook:]

[Outro:]
Brick to a million bucks
Brick, brick to a million bucks
[Intro:]
New niggas wearin’ dresses – fuck it, I ain’t scared to address it
Gangster niggas on skateboards?
I’m at the house breakin’ motherfuckin’ headboards
Real niggas stand up – three dollar niggas y’all man up
Real niggas stand up – I ain’t hatin’, three dollar niggas man up!

[Hook:]
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:]
Hatin’ niggas just ride off
I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw
You the motherfuckin’ secretary
You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin’ hella scary
Bitch nigga be gone, bitch
Starin’ at me, what’s wrong, bitch?
I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse
Bitch nigga, 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

[Hook:]

[Verse 2:]
Slutty boy game, 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 Jheris into cornrows
Find me fuckin’ on a badass hoe
La beat with the dc flow
Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low
Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro

[Hook:]

[Verse 3:]
Aye… what these faggot niggas on, P?
Me an Trel Louis’d down all in dc
Aye… I see these niggas 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

[Hook:]

[Outro:]




Brick to a million bucks
Brick, brick to a million bucks

Overall Meaning

In "Brick to a Million," rapper Master P takes on a confrontational tone towards those who he feels are not living up to his standards of masculinity and success. With lines like "New niggas wearin' dresses - fuck it, I ain't scared to address it" and "Real niggas stand up - three dollar niggas y'all man up," he asserts his dominance and masculinity in the face of what he perceives as a threat to his authority. He also boasts about his material success, with references to his foreign whip with candy paint and his Frito Lay corn chips, which he juxtaposes with his disregard for social norms with lines like "Middle finger, we don't give a fuck."


The second verse sees Master P delving into explicit sexual content, describing his exploits with multiple women and using crude language to describe his sexual encounters. He also name-drops luxury brands such as Louis Vuitton and Fendi, further reinforcing the idea of his wealth and success.


The third verse sees Master P taking shots at other rappers, deriding them as "faggot niggas" and asserting his superiority over them. He also brags about his exotic car and women, with lines like "I got 10 exotic bitches for the foreign car" and "Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon' fuck 'em all." The song ends with a repetition of the hook, emphasizing the theme of turning a "brick to a million bucks."


Overall, "Brick to a Million" is a brash and unapologetic celebration of material success and masculinity, with explicit lyrics and confrontational language.


Line by Line Meaning

New niggas wearin’ dresses – fuck it, I ain’t scared to address it
I am not afraid to speak up about the trend of men wearing dresses


Gangster niggas on skateboards?
I find it strange that gangsters are now riding on skateboards


I’m at the house breakin’ motherfuckin’ headboards
I am having sex so intense that I am breaking the headboard


Real niggas stand up – three dollar niggas y’all man up
Real men need to stand up and be strong, even if they don't have much money


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
I am living luxuriously and I don't care what others think, I can turn drugs into money


Hatin’ niggas just ride off I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw You the motherfuckin’ secretary You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin’ hella scary Bitch nigga be gone, bitch Starin’ at me, what’s wrong, bitch? I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse Bitch nigga, you ain’t right Mad at me ‘cause my paper right And you know your bitch ass can’t even fight
I am in charge and those who hate should just leave me alone. I am wealthy and well-dressed, while my critics are just jealous and weak


Slutty boy game, 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 Jheris into cornrows Find me fuckin’ on a badass hoe La beat with the dc flow Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro
I am bragging about my sexual conquests and the expensive items I have in my life. I am also helping a friend out by providing him with a stripper


Aye… what these faggot niggas on, P? Me an Trel Louis’d down all in dc Aye… I see these niggas 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
I am dissing other rappers who have a different style than me. I am boasting about my wealth and sexual experiences, and I have many expensive cars and beautiful women in my life


Brick to a million bucks
I can turn drugs into millions of dollars




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SPIKE JR

2021 still hits right NO LIMIT!!!!

Austin French

THIS IS NEW HIPHOP, Master P is reviving the real game.

poison6942

This is hella hard. Love you P!❤

First Name

This 2013-2014 Master P/No Limit goes hard and is good quality. I hope P figures out a way to get more views and broaden his appeal because the music is what's needed in today's watered down rap.

The reason P is having trouble with exposure, is because after his 1999-2000 releases, the quality went south and that's what people remember last, so they don't give this new shit a chance. But I think its slowly catching on and he's getting good reviews from top sources in the game.

I'm still in the No Limit corner like I been since day 1. 

Check out the new mixtape : "The Gift: Return of The Ice Cream Man"  (2014)

JoJoStar22

No matter what is said P will always be the " Boss of All Bosses ". The song is HOT & Ready for that " Al Capone " mixtape.

Tito jacking

Keep doin what you do bro,good music!

tmylesyup

this the hardest song ive heard in a while no limit forever is back I'm feelin masterp alley boy n fat trel they went in

BIGBAWDY

Thank you for taking me back 2 High School P and showing these youngn's how it's done great mixtape Al Capone Al Capone we love Al Capone! Thank you.

Shawn Steed

Iam glad to see Master p back in the game fo'real.

courtney wallace

Give p his due credit.. bottom line he is a legend. Check his track record. Check his album sales. No limit records is what got all these other southern labels started. Its internationally known. for the haters whethwr u kno or not. Every great artist has a downfall sometime in their career. No one will be hot forever! But master p has reincarnated himself and its on...

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