Red Cafe, Cory Gunz - Brinks Truck lyrics
[Red Cafe, Cory Gunz - Brinks Truck lyrics]
Yeah I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
Middle finger to you hatin ass niggas
Y'all should retire Gary Payton ass niggas
Steady worrying about the hoes I
Put my balls in
Cause it might be a bitch you callin darling
And it hurts that you might see
Me live at the Garden
And I'm on the floor while Melo on the
Floor and just like I'm a balling
And I talk expensive so I drop
20 bands on my grill
Money ain't a thing it never been a thing
So I wipe my ass with hundred dollars bills
Told y'all niggas I'm the hottest in the hood
Got it by the O and I got it for the good
Niggas better know when they come to my town
That it comes to see me when
It comes to my hood
Doin my thing they can't ruin my thing
Tip toe down they ain't moving my thing
Pussy get close then im shooting my thing
Give a man soft, sucka might sing
Back em all down sit em all up
Tell the paramedics come pick em all up
If a nigga move then we hit them all up
If they ever need work tell
Them niggas call us shake down, shake down
For that money leave a fucker face down yeah
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high 'bove the clouds with the wheels up
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high 'bove the clouds with the wheels up
Young money, cash money
To my last money you can bet ya ass honey
Milita full of shooters who'll blast for me
Make a movie put your body in cast for me
I'm usually not a dick but
You niggas ass to me
Clips pop in the whip quick shots
In a flash for me
Hot chicks in the mix with the piff got the
Bics and the clips is a stash for me
Police know my name they be askin hash for me
So when I'm on my stroll and I don't go slow
On the flo' I roll got fo or
Five toasts' and they all poke holes
For the dough I go still don't
Overload bought fo' or five ghosts
Gotta all gold phone and im blowin
My smoke get the ozone torne
Let go of my loaf 'for
Your whole throats shown
But, I'm for my own so I
Any nigga sweet? Hows taffay? I'll paint
A niggas street red like cafe
When I'm aiming with the heat
Jam stop that K?
To all my favorite things, that drop
That tre
Nigga stop that talk, bitch type shit
All my niggas in the rain
They gone leave em like this
But, if I don't like that nigga, then like
(frrip frrip) causing all
Kinda catastrophic shit yMCMB hero
Bitch I'mma x man gimme cerebral bitch
My left hand should be illegal bitch
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high but the clouds with the wills up
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high but the clouds with the wills up
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
Middle finger to you hatin ass niggas
Y'all should retire Gary Payton ass niggas
Steady worrying about the hoes I
Put my balls in
Cause it might be a bitch you callin darling
And it hurts that you might see
Me live at the Garden
And I'm on the floor while Melo on the
Floor and just like I'm a balling
And I talk expensive so I drop
20 bands on my grill
Money ain't a thing it never been a thing
So I wipe my ass with hundred dollars bills
Told y'all niggas I'm the hottest in the hood
Got it by the O and I got it for the good
Niggas better know when they come to my town
That it comes to see me when
It comes to my hood
Doin my thing they can't ruin my thing
Tip toe down they ain't moving my thing
Pussy get close then im shooting my thing
Give a man soft, sucka might sing
Back em all down sit em all up
Tell the paramedics come pick em all up
If a nigga move then we hit them all up
If they ever need work tell
Them niggas call us shake down, shake down
For that money leave a fucker face down yeah
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high 'bove the clouds with the wheels up
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high 'bove the clouds with the wheels up
Young money, cash money
To my last money you can bet ya ass honey
Milita full of shooters who'll blast for me
Make a movie put your body in cast for me
I'm usually not a dick but
You niggas ass to me
Clips pop in the whip quick shots
In a flash for me
Hot chicks in the mix with the piff got the
Bics and the clips is a stash for me
Police know my name they be askin hash for me
So when I'm on my stroll and I don't go slow
On the flo' I roll got fo or
Five toasts' and they all poke holes
For the dough I go still don't
Overload bought fo' or five ghosts
Gotta all gold phone and im blowin
My smoke get the ozone torne
Let go of my loaf 'for
Your whole throats shown
But, I'm for my own so I
Any nigga sweet? Hows taffay? I'll paint
A niggas street red like cafe
When I'm aiming with the heat
Jam stop that K?
To all my favorite things, that drop
That tre
Nigga stop that talk, bitch type shit
All my niggas in the rain
They gone leave em like this
But, if I don't like that nigga, then like
(frrip frrip) causing all
Kinda catastrophic shit yMCMB hero
Bitch I'mma x man gimme cerebral bitch
My left hand should be illegal bitch
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high but the clouds with the wills up
I love money I love hoes
I cuff money I never cuff hoes
I got that money comin in the brinks truck
I'm high but the clouds with the wills up