Blue Money

[Chorus: Rich The Kid] Blue money, I got new hundreds, I been counting since Monday Red bottoms like the runway Paper tag, brand new jag I got cash Haters mad Took your bitch, [?] she bad Blue money, blue money Blue money, blue money Young nigga got a pocket full of blue money Young nigga get a whole lotta blue money Blue money, blue money Blue money, blue money Young nigga got a pocket full of blue money Young nigga get a whole lotta blue money [Verse 1: Show Banga] Come through like a lotta blue money Gotta get to the new money New 20's, new 50's, new hundreds Roll up that kush and get blunted Trap on these beats and get bunkin [?] like I'm from Comptin Stay on my grizzy, no stoppin [?] on your bitch, and you blockin West Coast nigga, I'm Pacing I'm from the Bay where they mobbin Young niggas take off your top No talkin, just get it poppin I don't chase no trick Just replace that ho You niggas ain't real [?] I shine [?] Bitches hear me [?] It's mo [?] Oh you ain't even know And I been that nigga Oh you ain't even know I been hit that Oh that's your ho [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Blue money, I got new hundreds, I been counting since Monday Red bottoms like the runway Paper tag, brand new jag I got cash Haters mad Took your bitch, [?] she bad Blue money, blue money Blue money, blue money Young nigga got a pocket full of blue money Young nigga get a whole lotta blue money Blue money, blue money Blue money, blue money Young nigga got a pocket full of blue money Young nigga get a whole lotta blue money [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] Kidd Kidd got a whole lotta blue money 'bout to swim in [?] shit, like it's pool money My chain on ice like cool runners Ain't no telling what your bitch gon' do for me Blue money, shit looking like an ocean Good kush, coming straight out of Oakland In the VIP, taking flicks, I'm important Me and Rich got the trap jumping like Jordan I grind and got mine out the mud We fuck, we ain't making no love Red bottom my feet Look like I been walking through blood I call on my migo, he give me the plug I'm out my body, I'm too full of drugs Bitches was trippin, they knew who we was Them hundreds and 50's, them 20's, them 1's Fuck these niggas, I don't trust no one [?] with me, and we 'bout to roll one Money on your head, make a younging smoke something Let me find out [?] Broke ass niggas always tryna hold something Back to the trap, and we counting more money You a cheep ass nigga, tryna save your money Kidd Kidd got a pocket full of blue money [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Blue money, I got new hundreds, I been counting since Monday Red bottoms like the runway Paper tag, brand new jag I got cash Haters mad Took your bitch, [?] she bad Blue money, blue money Blue money, blue money Young nigga got a pocket full of blue money Young nigga get a whole lotta blue money Blue money, blue money Blue money, blue money Young nigga got a pocket full of blue money Young nigga get a whole lotta blue money