(Intro – low, confident)
Yeah…
Truck loaded… sun up…
Me and Tim already paid before noon
(Hook)
We love copper, we love brass
We just stacking up that cash
Rolling slow, heavy load
Yeah we double back fast
They like “that for sale?” they ask
I say everything got a tag
If it shine, if it weigh
We gon’ load it in the back
(Verse 1)
Truck sitting low, yeah she riding real thick
Too much weight in the back, but that’s money, not risk
Backroads mapped out, I know every cut
If it look like scrap, I’ma scoop that up
Old units, wire runs, motors full of gold
Not trash where I’m from, that’s a bankroll fold
Cut it down clean, separate every piece
Copper bright, yeah that price don’t sleep
Hands stay dirty but my numbers stay right
Turn a quick stop into a stack by night
Ain’t guessing on the hustle, I know what it pay
Every load I pull in, that’s a better day
(Hook)
We love copper, we love brass
We just stacking up that cash
Rolling slow, heavy load
Yeah we double back fast
They like “that for sale?” they ask
I say everything got a tag
If it shine, if it weigh
We gon’ load it in the back
(Verse 2)
Me and Tim getting that money, no time for games
Trailer too heavy, hear it dragging them chains
Pull up to the yard, they already know the name
We don’t talk much, just weigh and get paid
Brass in the bucket, copper sorted clean
Aluminum stacked, yeah the whole setup mean
We ain’t guessing on price, we know what it worth
Turn scrap into stacks, yeah we flipping that dirt
Midday count looking real damn right
Hit another spot, load it up twice
While they sitting around waiting on luck
We already rolling with a paid off truck
(Hook)
We love copper, we love brass
We just stacking up that cash
Rolling slow, heavy load
Yeah we double back fast
They like “that for sale?” they ask
I say everything got a tag
If it shine, if it weigh
We gon’ load it in the back
(Bridge – blues but confident, not sad)
Guitar talking but it ain’t no pain
Just a long day turning weight to gain
Sun going down but we still on track
Whole lotta hustle in a loaded stack
Yeah… this that work they don’t understand
Turning throwaways into rubber bands
(Verse 3 – bossed up energy)
Scale drop heavy, hear that metal slam
That sound right there? That’s a payday jam
Man behind the glass counting real slow
I already know what that total gon’ show
Look at Tim, slight nod, that’s enough
Ain’t no celebrating, we just load back up
More runs, more weight, more cash in hand
Built this from nothing, now we running the land
Ain’t luck, ain’t hope, it’s work and sight
Knowing what to grab and when to strike
Every mile we roll got a purpose attached
Turning every load into another stack
(Final Hook – full energy)
We love copper, we love brass
We just stacking up that cash
Rolling slow, heavy load
Yeah we double back fast
They like “that for sale?” they ask
I say everything got a tag
If it shine, if it weigh
We gon’ load it in the back
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