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