Brinks

(Been Home) Yeah
Put it all on the line
I ain't even been home (Been Home)

I ain't even been home
(Been Home)
Put it all on the line
I ain't even been home
If money made a sound it'd be the ringtone
I'm linked up surrounded by the cash yeah
I'm driving the Brinks truck

Put it all on the line
I ain't even been home
If money made a sound it'd be the ringtone
I'm linked up surrounded by the cash yeah
I'm driving the Brinks truck
I get paid to think cus y'all don't think much
Still no fucks and even more inked up
Yeah you know how it is being young and lit
Riding round reckless with the freshest fit

I'ma really show y'all what invested it
Cus I been at it since a kid and
Nowadays it's automatic
When it come this it just happens out of habit
You can buy the merchandise
Feel the passion in the in fabric
I do this everyday nobody saying action
Always on camera but nobody acting
Good luck keeping up with the address
I'm just putting money in the mattress
Same place that I practice
Law of attraction
Speak it aloud and I attract it
Shot the pic and now they clipping the captions
Same dream but the team everlasting
I'm asking are you that shit
Yeah you that rich
Yeah you that fit
To go against us
Do you wanna take that risk?
Yeah are you that sure?
Do you even know what we do this for?

Put it all on the line
I ain't even been home
If money made a sound it'd be the ringtone

I'm linked up surrounded by the cash yeah
I'm driving the Brinks truck
I get paid to think cus y'all don't think much
Still no fucks and even more inked up
Yeah you know how it is being young and lit
Riding round reckless with the freshest fit

Truth be told I'm the same old me
Stay low-key like a real OG
Dove in first never got cold feet
Went through a lot made it off these streets
Don't have much okay poor to me
Wine in the cup okay pour me
Give the shirt on my back to the ones in need
Do anything to make mines feel more free
Hold my hand let's go we could go anywhere in the globe
I remembers those days where I didn't have hope
I didn't even know how I would cope
I Had to motivate me
Left foot in the grave right in the street
Bag full of weed I could write for a week
Back to the dream
Crack to a fiend
Times changed
Now I'm charging a fee
Had to learn to make to define myself
I wasn't even at the worst part yet
Nothing less than best we ain't taking L's
Had to define a way I would make it out

Put it all on the line
I ain't even been home
If money made a sound it'd be the ringtone
I'm linked up surrounded by the cash yeah
I'm driving the Brinks truck
I get paid to think cus y'all don't think much
Still no fucks and even more inked up
Yeah you know how it is being young and lit
Riding round wreckless with the freshest fit
(Freshest fit, freshest fit)
Yeah you know how it is being young and lit

Riding round reckless with the freshest fit



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Geyer, Nathan Jones, Andres Ciprian
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