Brinks Truck
Geeking I think off the drugs
I put my heart inside this cup
Can't trust no hoe
Can't show no love
High I keep rolling up
Put heat out like fire truck
White Ash Boyz you ain't high as us
Money pulling up in the
Brinks Truck
She was sucking at dk the too slow
I told that bh to speed up
Phone keep ringing
She think I'm Cheating
He bought a bag
Whole thing was seedless
The money was dirty
I made it cleaner
Real gas the smell lingers
Pass me a wood I'm roll up a finger
Uhhhh
Bh I'm drippin ice melting
I ball like I'm Raymond Felton
My ex hoe left me said I'm selfish
And now I'm up I heard she jealous
She said she wish I go to hell
I'm counting up free bands
Please don't tell
We was broke but now we lit
Want my money up front
What the fk is backend
Me and the bag
We got an attachment
I'm standing still my chain dancing
Rockstar like I'm Marilyn Manson
I ran up that money
Ain't talked to Satan
This is white ash can't pass I'm facing
I'm high eyes low like a Asian
I said do you think that I'm save you
She said yes cuz you got paper
Geeking I think off the drugs
I put my heart inside this cup
Can't trust no hoe
Can't show no love
High I keep rolling up
Put heat out like fire truck
White Ash Boyz you ain't high as us
Money pulling up in the
Brinks Truck
She was sucking at dk the too slow
I told that bh to speed up
Phone keep ringing
She think I'm Cheating
He bought a bag
Whole thing was seedless
The money was dirty
I made it cleaner
Real gas the smell lingers
Pass me a wood I'm roll up a finger
I put my heart inside this cup
Can't trust no hoe
Can't show no love
High I keep rolling up
Put heat out like fire truck
White Ash Boyz you ain't high as us
Money pulling up in the
Brinks Truck
She was sucking at dk the too slow
I told that bh to speed up
Phone keep ringing
She think I'm Cheating
He bought a bag
Whole thing was seedless
The money was dirty
I made it cleaner
Real gas the smell lingers
Pass me a wood I'm roll up a finger
Uhhhh
Bh I'm drippin ice melting
I ball like I'm Raymond Felton
My ex hoe left me said I'm selfish
And now I'm up I heard she jealous
She said she wish I go to hell
I'm counting up free bands
Please don't tell
We was broke but now we lit
Want my money up front
What the fk is backend
Me and the bag
We got an attachment
I'm standing still my chain dancing
Rockstar like I'm Marilyn Manson
I ran up that money
Ain't talked to Satan
This is white ash can't pass I'm facing
I'm high eyes low like a Asian
I said do you think that I'm save you
She said yes cuz you got paper
Geeking I think off the drugs
I put my heart inside this cup
Can't trust no hoe
Can't show no love
High I keep rolling up
Put heat out like fire truck
White Ash Boyz you ain't high as us
Money pulling up in the
Brinks Truck
She was sucking at dk the too slow
I told that bh to speed up
Phone keep ringing
She think I'm Cheating
He bought a bag
Whole thing was seedless
The money was dirty
I made it cleaner
Real gas the smell lingers
Pass me a wood I'm roll up a finger
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Writer(s): Marcus Clark
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