Moneymackmane - Brinks Truck(Rough) Lyrics

Rollin' up some good, takin' shots, yeah, I'm gettin' faded
Pullin' up in your hood, all my niggas know we gonna make it
I'ma get my G's, in the city, ain't nobody f*ckin' with me
I'ma get the keys, to the city, takin' everybody with me
Pullin' up in a brinks truck, cause I got pockets fat enough
Cuz my pockets, not fat enough, so I pull up in a Brinks truck
From Cali to Indy, my niggas, they runnin' the city
These niggas, they holdin' it down
All of these niggas are running the building
Im never changing how im really feeling right now
I'm makin' a killin', I'm stackin' this million
I'm rockin' this money, all the way to the ceiling
You thinkin' I'm chillin', you thinkin' I'm killin'
I'm makin' a killin', and I'm offin' these millions
Offin' these millions, and I'm offin' this bank
Stackin' this money, until I am dead
I'm stackin' this money, until I am dead
I am not dealing wit none of that shit you just said
Come and get it with a nigga, instead
I'ma do it, really, really, f*ckin' big
Stop f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' clique
Cause you know that we dumb in the head
I'ma get it till I'm whippin', flippin', whippin' chickens
All up in the kitchen, nigga
I'ma do it, till I can't do it no more
And I'm f*ckin' killin' niggas
Cause a nigga might pop a wheel
And a nigga might pop a pill
And a nigga stay trilly'
Yeah, a nigga probably worth a milli
F*ck that, I'm probably worth a bill
Nah, a nigga worth a trill
Nah, nigga what the deal
I'm tryna make it big
I'm tryna do that shit real f*ckin' big
F*ckin' big,
Like I f*ckin' said
Yeah,
If you not really with the shit
Get with this shit
Because it's real
Get with this shit
Because it's real
Get with this shit
Because it's real
Get with this shit
Because it's real
Rollin' up some good, takin' shots, yeah, I'm gettin' faded
Pullin' up in your hood, all my niggas know we gonna make it
I'ma get my G's, in the city, ain't nobody f*ckin' with me
I'ma get the keys, to the city, takin' everybody with me
Pullin' up in a brinks truck, cause I got pockets fat enough
Cuz my pockets, not fat enough, so I pull up in a Brinks truck
From Cali to Indy, my niggas, They runnin' the city
These niggas, they still holdin' it down
From Cali to Indy
My niggas, they runnin' the city
Them niggas, they still holdin' it down
Goin' through some hard times
Gotta stay on the grind
Everything's I do, it's so I make it
And I don't die
Gotta use your third eyes
So you can never be blind
To the hatin' niggas
They just wanna see your ass run
All the time
You see this shit like all the time
On the news and IG live
Cannot believe all the shit that I'm seein' every night
Niggas snitchin' on they friends like
Nigga, how them shits begin like
You were homies till the end
Until you started getting chips
Coming in
One was getting greedy
Other nigga was gettin' needy
Funny thing, everybody eaten
Everybody got a chip
What you thinkin'
My team goin hammer b
Y'all team lookin' heller weak
Get the f*ck out my way
Before I leave you niggas' up in flames
And I'm gone