Brinks

Ungghhhhh... Gucci!

(Big Gucci) It's yo' time

I'ma give you the blueprint

Ain't nobody harder

We got money in the matress, old money

I got credit cards, Gucci got cash money

It's the billion kid, Gucci, we went half on a bank

I'm a walkin {?} happenin, I live in a tank

He go hard in the paint, he got hard at the bank

Waka Flocka, Gucci Mane, I'm goin hard on the drinks

And I get pussy every day, I guess you is what you drank

Cause y'all pussycat is bigger than the diamonds in my rang

Who is I? {?} done run off with the scrubs

Duck or neck, but you didn't share the love with the thugs

And the rap game paralyze the street life, I'm not sellin drugs

I'm, selling CD's globally, my Brinks truck pullin up

I get offers for a million dollars just to throw it up

I made two thundred thousand today I feel like throwin up

Gucci

I got Hummer trucks, pullin up, but I'm buyin other trucks

Master P and Gucci Mane done pulled up in the wealth with our

Brinks... we threw our rap in the rink

Chop Squadron pullin up, drophead pullin up

Drop dead, I don't skate, froze up, we pullin up

Brinks... we threw our rap in the rink

Up, the {?} bad nigga, Brinks

I'm 'bout to pull a Mike Vick on 'em dude

Get money, street boys; I love the kid

Iced green Peedy, I got the streets heated

I left a minute now I'm back the game really needs me

Gucci Mane called me, man I got that flipper

Everybody come and tryin to get in my hair for dipper

With that dola, trap boy, granolas

Brick Squad soldiers, gon' run 'til it's over

I had chills for a minute, still screamin No Limit

Had changed my life, dem fools thought I wasn't in it

Drumma B and we winnin; and y'all never done it

Tried to play the game but none of y'all never won it

Don't need to be replaced - I'm already a legend

From the streets to the hood to my little brother up in heaven

I'm a ghetto star

[Chorus]