Lyrics

[Intro]
Brinks
Brinks
[Verse 1]
Mahogany brinks
Figaro the link
This lambskin Italian
Sweat on the drink
Coke on the skink
This ain't Fifth Ave
Imported and elegant
I'm in demand
Taking your man
Fuck is you doing?
You don't understand
Twenty minutes and ya I made a band
Russo- Baltique with the cran
Feel like the limelight
Getting my mind right
Weak ass bitch can't get none right
Hailing this cab
Pills pressed in a lab
I'm taking his body, baby, I'm fab
I get what I want
Ferragamo the fantasy
Enter the spot, everyone wan' fuck me
Take my coat and get me
[Verse 2]
Mahogany drinks
Mahogany drinks
Figaro the link
This lambskin Italian
I'm on the brink
Mahogany brinks
Figaro the link
This lambskin Italian
Sweat on the drink
Mahogany kinks
Ten blue bills on the dresser
[Verse 3]
Red bottom loafers in the box
Redeye from Milan to Odessa
Baby, I'm better
Dior, Prada, Wang, this haus ain't never been ghetta
Real go getta
Real hot steppa
New York City so meta
Move money like Brinks
High interest like banks
Spend liquid assets like I sip drink
Collagen, coke, and Cartier
I got chartered here in my Rocawear
Boss it up and then take it back
Keep 'em coming like I sell crack
Call me MTA, I run tracks
Been that bitch, I don't shit back
Been that bitch, I been had them mad
They just mad 'cause I got that bag
In the spot, I wanna have fun
Sex appeal, so they throwin' 1s
Mass appeal, I feel like Gang Starr
I got drivers, I don't even gotta call cars
[Verse 4]
Mahogany drinks
Figaro the link
This lambskin Italian
I'm on the brink
I'm on the brink of success
I got 'em breakin' they necks
I got 'em saying he next
Bitches be checkin' for Kcid
Bitches be pressed
Kick up my feet
Pumps on the dash
Tap off my ash
Pull off in the fast car
Feels like Sinaloa, I got armed guards
Baby, I'm money, so I be whippin' the
[Verse 5]
Brinks
Mahogany brinks
Mahogany brinks
Mahogany drinks
Figaro the link
This lambskin Italian
I'm on the brink
Mahogany brinks
Figaro the link
This lambskin Italian
Sweat on the drink
[Verse 6]
I'm on the brink
I'm on the brink of success
I got 'em breakin' they necks
I got 'em saying he next
Bitches be checkin' for Kcid
Bitches be pressed
I'm on the brink
I'm on the brink of success
I got 'em breakin' they necks
I got 'em saying he next
Bitches be checkin' for Kcid
Bitches be pressed
Written by: Isaac Guzman, Kcid, Maya Jane Coles
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