Brinks Truck

Uh, look, look, look

Last time around, I came and fucked the streets up

Tried to tell these **** get the money, fuck bein' tough

Ridin' 'round the hood fully loaded like a Brinks truck

All these **** ain't tied in, they wanna be us

Last time around, I came and fucked the streets up (Fucked the streets up)

Tried to tell these **** get the money, fuck bein' tough (Get the money)

Ridin' 'round the hood fully loaded like a Brinks truck (Brinks, ****)

Gave these **** a head start, still can't keep up (Still can't)

Penthouse, top floor, it's time to kick my feet up (I'm on the top floor)

It ain't a ten in sight, these **** can't be up (They can't be up)

I'm the type to go and spend my last on a re-up (On a re-up)

These **** ain't tied in, they wanna be us (They wanna be us)

Fourth quarter pressure in that trap like it's crunch time (Like it's crunch time)

I ain't leavin' out this bitch 'less it's lunch time ('Less it's lunch time)

I ain't leavin' out this bitch 'less it's time to eat ('Less it's time to eat)

She came back with no money, told her beat her feet (Beat her feet)

All blues on me, like my money neat (Like my money neat)

Main ho worried 'bout my side, go and ask the streets (Go and ask)

No surgery, but to tell the truth, it came from me (It came from me)

I ain't runnin' off, I get them things for cheap (I get 'em cheap)

****, get 'em off my name

Move five hundred, finna drop another chain (Five hundred)

Bro with me everyday, he on the same thing (Every day)

**** doin' five racks, look how the game changed (Look at 'em)

Huh, that shit fucked up (That shit fucked up)

Signed a deal, whole city think I lucked up (Think I lucked up)

Bands still sittin' in my account, I ain't touched a buck (I ain't touch shit)

In that trap all day, ****, I been up (****, I been up)

Five hundred on me, all trap money (Five hundred)

I ain't never gotta touch a dollar of that rap money (I ain't gotta)

Bank account full, still tryna hide the trap money (Account full)

I'm the plug best friend, so they still comin' (They comin')

Bro out of Terrance tryna wrap a hundred (Wrap a hundred)

Get my **** out of rap, let 'em get the money (Get the money, ****)

Everybody having pape', fuck a crash dummy (Fuck a crash dummy)

Havin' big boy pape', duffle bag money (Duffle bag money)

Last time around, I came and fucked the streets up (Fucked the streets up)

Tried to tell these **** get the money, fuck bein' tough (Get the money)

Ridin' 'round the hood fully loaded like a Brinks truck (Brinks, ****)

Gave these **** a head start, still can't keep up (Still can't)

Penthouse, top floor, it's time to kick my feet up (I'm on the top floor)

It ain't a ten in sight, these **** can't be up (They can't be up)

I'm the type to go and spend my last on a re-up (On a re-up)

These **** ain't tied in, they wanna be us (They wanna be us)

These **** ain't tied in

All these **** standin' 'round in these sections, they just wanna be with us

They need to stop it

Go get a plug, go take one of them trips or somethin'

Go drive through one of them mountains

This shit real business