Lyrics Brinks - Elvis Brown , D'Evil , Mc Altaf

I just pulled up in a black car
Trapping somewhere out Iin India
Smiling at the camera like yes sir
Money so big call it, big bun

Nigga I'm 1 plus all y'all
Had to move forward couldn't press pause
Nigga I'm clean like Pinesol
Really been chillin at the top dog

A whole like Benjis keep a hater in they feelings
Gotta a nigga moon walking on the ceiling
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Still hiding money in my socks
Don't really like cops

So I can't be stopped yeah, yeah
Keep some racks on racks
I can't turn back
I don't chic chat now
Tell them hoes relax
I'm charging tax
I'm 'bout to max out

Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Had to get the penny trying to get the rupee up
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Linked up with gully gang had to get the rupee up, yeah

Bitch, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah
Bitch, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah
Nigga, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah
Nigga, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah

Think I'm from another planet
You on fire me too
Like what's happening
I see these niggas still talking
But I'm levitating

I think I need a blow job
And I need a Grammy
I mean ya boy got skills
That's a understatement
Every dude in my crew speak
Another language
I'm from the southside
Get the bag
Split the bag
With my bonties

They in the back
In a GT cruiser, beep beep
Boom big truck
Whole lotta D
Got ya bitch going nuts
Fly on the wall says your life
Sucks
I'ma kill a million bucks
Until I see the red guts
Got damn
You don't want to rile me up
You gone need someone to clean up
All red on ketchup
You must not heard
I'm Elvis sir

Zada bada shauk nahi dharavi se main bhi
Aaja bada shot dekh dharavi se cali
Kare aaisa kaam jo faile gully, gully
Apne gaane baje mast hone lagi khalbali
Tera style fucked up pura swag jhaga maga
Charche bhi apne ab sunn jaga, jaga
Fast apne shooter tu bus jaga bata
Bohot zada gang shit jo bhi aade fatta
Chal, chal, chal, chal, tere bus ki bhi nahi beta chal chal chal
Chalke dikha chote chal, chal, chal, apne tak aata toh
Seedha fatt, fatt, fatt

Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Had to get the penny trying to get the rupee up
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Linked up with gully gang had to get the rupee up, yeah

Bitch, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah
Bitch, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah
Nigga, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah
Nigga, I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm Brinks, I'm Brinks
I'm vrom in the truck, yeah

Whole lotta gang shit in India
Whole lotta gang shit in India
Whole lotta gang shit in India
Whole lotta gang shit in India

Bambai se cali, ajao
Bajegi taali bajao
Elvis bhai mera, set up lagao
Gully gang chotte, take off karaoo
Bhai wala shot hai, ek nahi do nahi
Dhai wala shot hai
Ruk na, ghai tere ko bohot
Chai peeke sort reh, maal bhi toh bohot hai
Bhai apna cali se aayela hai
Khush karne kush leke ayela hai
Bhai log se usko milayela hai
Saath mein ye gaana banyela hai
Nachnekana tera bhai boltai
Nava, nava bottle, bhai log ke bina mai nai kholtai
Milke machate hai, chillum lagake fir fillum banate hai

Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Had to get the penny trying to get the rupee up
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit in India (Gang)
Linked up with gully gang had to get the rupee up, yeah