Red Cafe - Brinks Truck - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

14.08.2012

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Tekst piosenki
Yeah I love money I love hoes I cuff money I never cuff hoes Middle finger to you hatin ass niggas Y'all should retire Gary Payton ass niggas Steady worrying about the hoes I put my balls in Cause it might be a bitch 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 ass with hundred dollars bills Told y'all niggas I'm the hottest in the hood Got it by the O and I got it for the good Niggas 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 Pussy get close then im shooting my thing Give a man soft, sucka might sing Back em all down sit em all up Tell the paramedics come pick em all up If a nigga move then we hit them all up If they ever need work tell them niggas call us Shake down, shake down For that money leave a fucker 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 'bove the clouds with the wheels up Young money, cash money To my last money you can bet ya ass 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 niggas ass 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 I [?] Any nigga sweet? Hows taffay? I'll paint a niggas street red like cafe When I'm aiming with the heat, jam stop that K? To all my favorite things, that drop, that tre Nigga stop that talk, bitch type shit, all my niggas in the rain, they gone leave em like this But if I dont like that nigga, then like (frrip frrip) causing all kinda catastrophic shit YMCMB hero, bitch I'mma expand [?] cerebral bitch [? ? ?] [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 but the clouds with the wills up
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