Ea$y Money - Brinks Truck Boy lyrics

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Ea$y Money - Brinks Truck Boy lyrics

[Chorus] I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, see the truck riding past Got a strap on me and a whole lotta cash I know you haters would like this gwap But don't get too close because you might get shot [Verse 1] Son, I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, homie I got bags of this money What you think I keep the thing tucked for? Broke haters can't stand me, prolly 'cause my chips stack Caked up, but I'll get you bodied for a 6 pack Everywhere you never at, Ea$y there Y'all real gangsta in the booth, on the streets be scared You's a Facebook, fake crook, symbolize a fable Lil' Twitter critter, was a**embled by ya lable How I get it amaze you. So you wanna know how I can turn a dro or snow pile to a dough pile Dressed for revolution, I ain't wearing no smiles Just a chrome cal' for them coppers tryna profile So y'all better give a dudes some space Remove the plates in case boys in blue give chase I lose the jake, the car I maneuver great So in my whip I lean like I'm losing weight [Chorus] I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, see the truck riding past Got a strap on me and a whole lotta cash I know you haters would like this gwap But don't get too close because you might get shot [Verse 2] A-yo these rappers ain't my caliber, they the type to gossip Assa**inate your character, on they records pop sh** Catch 'em and they smile at ya, that sh** ain't my style so I'ma Shut they big mouth when I activate the silencer We ain't even 'bout that, we for getting dough When I spit, stand back it's like ether it'll blow All my people need cars, j**els and reefer they can blow When they say 'less is more' they ain't referring to dough I need to bag it, band it, stash it, spend it And ball outta control where cats can't stand it Invested money so my cash expanded Before I was rapping I had mad chicks frantic Been getting them hotties, since way back When you would piss in your potty, the click is beside me Try to flip get the shotty. My lawyer is the sh**, I can prolly Get a slap on the wrist for a body [Chorus] I'm the Brinks Truck Boy, see the truck riding past Got a strap on me and a whole lotta cash I know you haters would like this gwap But don't get too close because you might get shot