Toohda Band$, Baby Money - Fancy Truck lyrics

Granny asked me why I always got a coffee cup
(Funk or Die)

Backstabbed, I don't know who to trust
I know my mama say I'm
Different from the streets
It really fucked me up
I done took a lot of losses
But it bossed me up my granny asked me why I
Always got a coffee cup
You ain't tryna make no money
'cause you talk too much
They can make a thousand songs
They ain't poppin' us
Stompin' on the gas, I see the lights
They ain't catchin' up
Smokin' weed in the Cullinan
This a fancy truck

Twinkle show when they see my
Chains, they be dancin', huh?
A lot of niggas want me dead
But I'm hard to touch
They love to see a nigga broke
They hate I'm band up
These niggas think they super
Trappers, sellin' grams, huh
You always speakin' down on me, you a fan
Huh? Fuck on model bitches
You ain't see me put the leg up
My brother lookin' down
I told that nigga pick his head up
We gon' ball forever
All them nights we ain't had nothin'
I was fucked up, I ran it up
Now the bag jumpin'
Bust down my bitch, she the shit
She got an ass comin'
Pop the door on any opp nigga
They some fast runners
Niggas finally got some VLONE
That was last summer
I heard you niggas caught a drought
That's a real bummer
Weezy never hoop, but he can shoot
That's a nice jumper
Crazy how this bitch givin' me money
I ain't even touch her
I'm in a rush every hour like Chris Tucker
I'm important now, every month
Gotta change my number keep a blick with me
I'll be damned if they put me under
Unc' showed me how to mix it
Whip it 'til it's butter
I always knew that I would shine
One my favorite number

Backstabbed, I don't know who to trust
I know my mama say I'm
Different from the streets
It really fucked me up
I done took a lot of losses
But it bossed me up my granny asked me why I
Always got a coffee cup
You ain't tryna make no money
'cause you talk too much
They can make a thousand songs
They ain't poppin' us
Stompin' on the gas, I see the lights
They ain't catchin' up
Smokin' weed in the Cullinan
This a fancy truck

I got rich off of one route
Trappin' 'til the sun down
How the fuck he makin' income
And he don't come out?
A hundred on the chop
You'd be dead before it run out
We had y'all town hot
We did a half a mil' in one house
Bitch, our drugs better she got the bag
I'll write the bitch a love letter
Know how it go
Louis V make her love catchin'
I keep the pole, disrespect me
Let the doves bless him kill a nigga
Go and give your mom a hug after
After I get it, I go broke, then I'm robbin'
Probably playin' with them bitches
But you ain't playin' with no guala
Went from totin' the pistol to
Me ridin' with choppers
I ain't holdin' no issue
Boy, if it's problems, we ridin'