Drumma Boy - Brinks lyrics

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Drumma Boy - Brinks lyrics

[Intro: Master P + ​Gucci] Gucci! (Big Gucci) It's yo' time I'ma give you the blueprint Ain't nobody harder We got money in the mattress, old money I got credit cards, Gucci got cash money [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's the billion kid, Gucci, we went half on a bank I'm a walkin Saks Fifth Avenue​​​, I live in a tank He go hard in the paint, he got hard at the bank Waka Flocka, Gucci Mane, I'm goin hard on the drinks And I get p**y every day, I guess you is what you drank Cause y'all p**ycat is bigger than the diamonds in my rang Who is I? done run off with the scrubs Duck or neck, but you didn't share the love with the thugs And the rap game paralyze the street life, I'm not sellin d** I'm, selling CD's globally, my Brinks truck pullin up I get offers for a million dollars just to throw it up I made two thundred thousand today I feel like throwin up Gucci [Hook: Gucci Mane] I got Hummer trucks, pullin up, but I'm buyin other trucks Master P and Gucci Mane done pulled up in the wealth with our Brinks... if you a real n***a link Drop Rari pullin up, drophead pullin up Drop dead, I don't skate, froze up, we pullin up Brinks... if you a real n***a link Up, the bad n***a, Brinks [Verse 2: Master P] I'm 'bout to pull a Mike Vick on 'em dude Get money, street boys; I love the kid Iced green Peedy, I got the streets heated I left a minute now I'm back the game really needs me Gucci Mane called me, man I got that flipper Everybody come and tryin to get in my hair for dipper With that dola, trap boy, granolas Brick Squad soldiers, gon' run 'til it's over I had chills for a minute, still screamin No Limit Had changed my life, dem fools thought I wasn't in it Drumma B and we winnin; and y'all never done it Tried to play the game but none of y'all never won it Don't need to be replaced - I'm already a legend From the streets to the hood to my little brother up in heaven I'm a ghetto star [Hook: Gucci Mane] I got Hummer trucks, pullin up, but I'm buyin other trucks Master P and Gucci Mane done pulled up in the wealth with our Brinks... if you a real n***a link Drop Rari pullin up, drophead pullin up Drop dead, I don't skate, froze up, we pullin up Brinks... if you a real n***a link Up, the bad n***a, Brinks