Link Up lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Part 1]

[Intro]
Hitmaka

[Chorus]
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled up in a Brinks truck
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled up in a Brinks truck
Hunnid thousand dollars, cuban link up, yeah
All this drip on me, I f*ck the sink up
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled up in a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)

[Verse 1]
Windows tinted, presidential, f*ck a limo
Damn your rental, blew that sh*t on incidental
'Nashe pulled up at the club, change the tempo
Me f*ckin' with you, not my M.O.
Make a scene, made a cover, magazine
In yo' face, b*tch, this ain't Maybelline
Rafaelo, VVS's, bling bling
Head coach, I might put you on the team

[Chorus]
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled up in a Brinks truck
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled up in a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)
Hunnid thousand dollars, cuban link up, yeah
All this drip on me, I f*ck the sink up
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled in a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)
[Verse 2]
And-and I brought some young bad b*tches in here
Ain't no room for no mad b*tches in here
Call me 'Nashe Houdini, doing tricks with a saw
For my next act, watch-watch me cut these b*tches off
Yeah, I'm a boss (Ayy), pink diamond, cuban link, that's sauce (Woo)
Pink mink, dripping like a sink when I floss
Take a trip, let him book it for me
G-GPS your n*gga if you looking for me

[Chorus]
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled in a Brinks truck
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled in a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)
Hunnid thousand dollars, cuban link up yeah
All this drip on me, I f*ck the sink up
Bad b*tches link up, link up
I just pulled in a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)

[Part 2]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I bet you wanna see me naked, don't ya?
Uh, I got your main n*gga checkin' for me
Yeah, fifty b*tches in my section on it
Yeah, and they all with the sh*t
Yeah, I bet you wanna see me naked, don't ya?
Uh, I got your main n*gga checkin' for me
Yeah, fifty b*tches in my section on it
Yeah, and they all with the sh*t
[Verse]
I've been poppin' since a youngin
Bet these hoes know how I'm comin'
Too much sauce, I got it runnin'
Covered all in that drip
All this ice all in that Patek
'Nashe come through with ya daddy
Up my standards and my status
Now they all on my di*k

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on that wave
Used to want it now I got it, b*tch, I'm paid
New California, white on white, I made a wave
Private flights, I'm out of state like everyday
I'm here to stay

[Chorus]
Yeah, I bet you wanna see me naked, don't ya?
Uh, I got your main n*gga checkin' for me (n*gga checkin' for me)
Yeah, fifty b*tches in my section on it (Section on it)
Yeah, and they all with the sh*t (And they all with the sh*t)
Yeah, I bet you wanna see me naked, don't ya? (See me naked)
Uh, I got your main n*gga checkin' for me (Your n*gga checkin')
Yeah, fifty b*tches in my section on it
Yeah, and they all with the sh*t (And they all with the sh*t)
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