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$]
Twinkle show when they see my chains, they be dancin', huh?
A lot of n*ggas want me dead, but I'm hard to touch
They love to see a n*gga broke, they hate I'm band up
These n*ggas think they super trappers, sellin' grams, huh
You always speakin' down on me, you a fan, huh?
f*ck on model b*tches, you ain't see me put the leg up
My brother lookin' down, I told that n*gga pick his head up
We gon' ball forever, all them nights we ain't had nothin'
I was f*cked up, I ran it up, now the bag jumpin'
Bust down my b*tch, she the sh*t, she got an ass comin'
Pop the door on any opp n*gga, they some fast runners
n*ggas finally got some VLONE, that was last summer
I heard you n*ggas caught a drought, that's a real bummer
Weezy never hoop, but he can shoot, that's a nice jumper
Crazy how this b*tch givin' me money, I ain't even touch her
I'm in a rush every hour like Chris Tucker
I'm important now, every month, gotta change my number
Keep a blick with me, I'll be damned if they put me under
Unc' showed me how to mix it, whip it 'til it's butter
I always knew that I would shine, one my favorite number
[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
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
Kill 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'