Red Cafe - Brinks Truck lyrics

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Red Cafe - Brinks Truck lyrics

Yeah I love money I love hoes I cuff money I never cuff hoes Middle finger to you hatin a** n***as Y'all should retire Gary Payton a** n***as Steady worrying about the hoes I put my balls in Cause it might be a b**h 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 whip Money ain't a thing it never been a thing So I wipe my a** with hundred dollars bills Told y'all n***as I'm the hottest in the hood Got it by the O and I got it for the good n***as 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 p**y get close then im shooting my thing Give a man soft, s**a might sing Back em all down sit em all up Tell the paramedics come pick em all up If a n***a move then we hit them all up If they ever need work tell them n***as call us Shake down, shake down For that money leave a f**er face down Yeah [Hook:] 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 above the clouds with the wheels up Young money, cash money To my last money you can bet ya a** 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 n***as a** 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 em So when I'm on my stroll and I dont go slow On the flo' I roll got fo or five toasts' and they all poke holes For the dough I go still dont 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 don't call Cor phone Any n***a sweet? Hows taffay? I'll paint a n***as street red like cafe When I'm aiming with the heat, jam stop that K? To all my favorite things, that drop, that tre n***a stop that talk, b**h type sh**, all my n***as in the rain, they gone leave em like this But if I dont like that n***a, then like (frrip frrip) causing all kinda catastrophic sh** YMCMB hero, b**h I'm an X-man, give me cerebro b**h [?] [Hook:] 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 above the clouds with the wills up