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