Lanny Ross - Blue Money Lyrics

That's a light jog man I'm running through some
Stacking it up tall what's that all blue hunnids
My brodie wanna ball said he wanna shoot some
Ain't scared to foul out if you trying to move tough
Loud on the net in the flesh don't do none
Talking bout a body then I never knew none
Everyone want to be the one you gotta prove some
Where I'm from you got to kill one to be a real one
In the field they give the little guns to the little ones
Where they separate the soldiers from the children
You gon stay inside or come outside in the field yeah
I ain't paying for the drank if I ain't crack the sealed yet
I can't f*ck wit you if your mind ain't on a million
You busy trying to blend in like chameleon
We thank different pour drank different
Might f*ck on the same bitches not the same women
It's scuffing on the paint from all the lane switching
Finished filling up the tank prepared for a late mission
The homie he'll blank man I wouldn't play wit him
And he keep a shank if you run the fade wit him
Thought I was crip cause I want blue money
Throw it up she strip I guess that's nude money
The homie hit a lick and he call it rude money
You crying bout a bitch that'll f*ck for food money
We put away the old and we making new money
If you stop with all the hate we could make you money
She used to call me ugly this that make you cute money
Yeah I know roses is red all I want blue money
They ain't clearing out I'm making room in this bitch
Talking bout ceilings took the roof of this bitch
It's two percent tint don't know whose in the whip
Got me feeling like a doctor got blues by the script
When I come around she do like to strip
Get real freaky loves to chew on the dick
Bad little bitch like to chose on the kid
Blowing me like it's hot soup type of shit
Pounds of the weed thought that I grew in this bitch
Buy another pop and pour the juice take a sip
I ain't finna box just point the deuce and let it hit
What I payed for these f*cking shoes cost your rent
Thought I was crip cause I want blue money
Throw it up she strip I guess that's nude money
The homie hit a lick and he call it rude money
You crying bout a bitch that'll f*ck for food money
We put away the old and we making new money
If you stop with all the hate we could make you money
She used to call me ugly this that make you cute money
Yeah I know roses is red all I want blue money