Still Jones - How Much, Pt. 3 (Remix)

Ayo Mac I see you Nigga
How much do you need for that brick, young nigga
How much do you need for that brick
Ah, yeah
How much do you need for that brick

Young nigga
How much do you need for that brick
Little nigga
How much do you need

How much do you need
How much do you need
How much do you need, nigga

Okay, how much do you need? I got what you need
Nah, I got it now, I could come to you or you could come to me

I be with Skywalker OG like I'm Billy D
And a shotgun full of buckshots like I'm Biddy B
Now who got the game on lock? I guess she got them keys
On my Ps and Qs, I got QPs

Ounces up my sleeve like, nigga, please
Nine to bless you if you fuckin' sneeze
Heater make a nigga freeze, like it change degrees
Real recognize real, pop a nigga like a seal

Ain't Anthony with the steel, and I don't care how you feel
Money hungry, need a meal, money hungry, need a meal
And I don't even need a plate, money hungry, we the deal
And I don't even need a deal

Shoutouts to T3, Steve Robs, C Bills
Poppin' perks, poppin' pills, Riddin til its , no wheels
Used to serve them E pills, you shorty lettin a nigga kill
And I don't care how you feel

How much do you need for that brick, young nigga
How much do you need for that brick
Ah, yeah
How much do you need for that brick

Young yeah
How much do you need for that brick
Little nigga
How much do you need

How much do you need
How much do you need
How much do you need, nigga

Okay, how much do you need
How much do you got
Meet me at the spot
Is you picking up
Or maybe this a drop

What I cop
I can't tell you that
But just know it's a lot
This ain't jack

Boys will swear these raps is fake
We tryna plot
Oh, he not
Who he say he is

Will hold up hears a thought
If he been hustling for seven years
Then why he ain't got got
Ain't been stabbed

Ain't been shot
Ain't the toughest on the block
But guaranteed for his mines
I will put you in the box nigga

Never outta stop
Because the pounds is on consignment
Street cred like a black Card
Cause the plug, it don't decline

Hustle so legit
If there's a way he gonna find it
Shoutouts to J Train
He break it down like he divide it

Yeah, but you know what it is
And we started with the mids
Now the loud gonna pop
All these niggas sorta soda fizz

Everybody, they got guap
But we just do it for the kids
Went from Ramen to eattin Ribs
But we gon' get it how we live

How much do you need for that brick, young nigga
How much do you need for that brick
Ah, yeah
How much do you need for that brick, young nigga

How much do you need for that brick
Ah, ah
How much do you need for that brick
Young nigga

How much do you need
How much do you need
How much do you need
How much do you need

Nigga
How much do you need for that brick
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

How much do you need
How much do you need
How much do you need
Ah, ah

Ah, ah
How much do you need
How much do you need
Ah, ah

Ah, ah
Ah, ah
How much do you need
Ah, ah

How much do you need
How much do you need
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

How much do you need
Ah, ah
How much do you need
Ah, ah

Written by:
Kevin Jones, Michael Creighton

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