Mr.Brinx

Back to the old me
Switched it up thats when I started flowing
Paranoia come around cant control me
Fuck all that talking niggas got to show me
Put on my fashion feeling like the man
And I ran a whole hunnid bands
I see they faces smiling in the stands
When I get the money putting on my mans

Load up them cutters when its time to creep
Caught that boy lacking playing in the street
We got it popping thinking thats its sweet
Im needing mine I stack the money neat
I got them bands
I got them bands
I got them bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands
I got them bands
I got them bands
I got them bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands

Put on my drip
I got them wilding Michael Jackson styling
Cant fuck no bitch thats running up the mileage
Took off the roley fucking up the timing
Back to the basics catch a play like randy
Bitch on my nut (Hey theres Sandy)
Serving the dummy like the krusty krab
Ride through the city with it on my lap
Im doing everything they say I cant
Close my account I put it in a safe
Alias changed my name to Mr.Brinx
Know these niggas gone hate man what the fuck you think
I got some money
And I took it right back to the old me
Lame niggas came around and they showed me
When you get some money got to move around now

I got them bands
I got them bands
I got them bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands
Im doing everything they say I cant
Close my account I put it in a safe
Alias changed my name to Mr.Brinx
Know these niggas gone hate man what the fuck you think
I got them bands
I got them bands
I got them bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands
Whole hunnid bands



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Kennedy
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