toohda band$ – fancy truck lyrics
[intro: toohda band$]
granny asked me why i always got a coffee cup
(funk or die)
[chorus: toohda band$]
backstabbed, i don’t know who to trust
i know my mama say i’m different from the streets, it really f+cked me up
i done took a lot of losses, but it bossed me up
my granny asked me why i always got a coffee cup
you ain’t tryna make no money ’cause you talk too much
they can make a thousand songs, they ain’t poppin’ us
stompin’ on the gas, i see the lights, they ain’t catchin’ up
smokin’ weed in the cullinan, this a fancy truck
[verse 1: toohda band$]
twinkle show when they see my chains, they be dancin’, huh?
a lot of n+ggas want me dead, but i’m hard to touch
they love to see a n+gga broke, they hate i’m band up
these n+ggas think they super trappers, sellin’ grams, huh
you always speakin’ down on me, you a fan, huh?
f+ck on model b+tches, you ain’t see me put the leg up
my brother lookin’ down, i told that n+gga pick his head up
we gon’ ball forever, all them nights we ain’t had nothin’
i was f+cked up, i ran it up, now the bag jumpin’
bust down my b+tch, she the sh+t, she got an ass comin’
pop the door on any opp n+gga, they some fast runners
n+ggas finally got some vlone, that was last summer
i heard you n+ggas caught a drought, that’s a real bummer
weezy never hoop, but he can shoot, that’s a nice jumper
crazy how this b+tch givin’ me money, i ain’t even touch her
i’m in a rush every hour like chris tucker
i’m important now, every month, gotta change my number
keep a bl!ck with me, i’ll be d+mned if they put me under
unc’ showed me how to mix it, whip it ’til it’s b+tter
i always knew that i would shine, one my favorite number
[chorus: toohda band$]
backstabbed, i don’t know who to trust
i know my mama say i’m different from the streets, it really f+cked me up
i done took a lot of losses, but it bossed me up
my granny asked me why i always got a coffee cup
you ain’t tryna make no money ’cause you talk too much
they can make a thousand songs, they ain’t poppin’ us
stompin’ on the gas, i see the lights, they ain’t catchin’ up
smokin’ weed in the cullinan, this a fancy truck
[verse 2: baby money]
i got rich off of one route, trappin’ ’til the sun down
how the f+ck he makin’ income and he don’t come out?
a hundred on the chop, you’d be dead before it run out
we had y’all town hot, we did a half a mil’ in one house
b+tch, our drugs better
she got the bag, i’ll write the b+tch a love letter
know how it go, louis v make her love catchin’
i keep the pole, disrespect me, let the doves bless him
k!ll a n+gga, go and give your mom a hug after
after i get it, i go broke, then i’m robbin’
probably playin’ with them b+tches, but you ain’t playin’ with no guala
went from totin’ the pistol to me ridin’ with choppers
i ain’t holdin’ no issue, boy, if it’s problems, we ridin’
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