[Intro] Uh, look, look, look Last time around, I came and fu*k the streets up Tried to tell these n!ggas get the money, fu*k being tough Riding ’round the hood fully loaded like a Brinks truck All these n!ggas ain’t tied in, they wanna be us [Chorus] Last time around, I came and fu*k the streets up (Fu*ked the streets up) Tried to tell these n!ggas get the money, fu*k being tough (Get the money) Riding ’round the hood fully loaded like a Brinks truck (Brinks, n!gga) Gave these n!ggas 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 n!gga 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 n!ggas ain’t tied in, they wanna be us (They wanna be us) [Verse] Fourth quarter pressure in that trap like it’s crunch time (Like it’s crunch time) I ain’t leaving out this b!tch ‘less it’s lunch time (‘Less it’s lunch time) I ain’t leaving out this b!tch ‘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 running off, I get them things for cheap (I get ’em cheap) N!gga, 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) N!ggas doing five racks, look how the game changed (Look at ’em) Huh, that s*it fu*ked up (That s*it fu*ked up) Signed a deal, whole city think I lucked up (Think I lucked up) Bands still sitting in my account, I ain’t touched a buck (I ain’t touch s*it) In that trap all day, n!gga, I been up (N!gga, 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 coming (They coming) Bro out of Terrance tryna wrap a hundred (Wrap a hundred) Get my n!gga out of rap, let ’em get the money (Get the money, n!gga) Everybody having pape’, fu*k a crash dummy (Fu*k a crash dummy) Having big boy pape’, duffle bag money (Duffle bag money) [Chorus] Last time around, I came and fu*k the streets up (Fu*ked the streets up) Tried to tell these n!ggas get the money, fu*k being tough (Get the money) Riding ’round the hood fully loaded like a Brinks truck (Brinks, n!gga) Gave these n!ggas 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 n!gga 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 n!ggas ain’t tied in, they wanna be us (They wanna be us) [Outro] These n!ggas ain’t tied in All these n!ggas standing ’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 something Go drive through one of them mountains This s*it real business. Brinks Truck lyrics – Montana 700 : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com
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