[Chorus: Trula Meez]
I just sit and wonder why these n*ggas mad
Everytime you hear me whaaa that's for my
mans
Color money, them blue benji's in my pants
Color money, purple fifty's in my grands
Why you mad, tell me why you mad [x4]
(color money got blue benji's in my pants)
[Verse: Trula Meez]
Purple money college class I got them
grants
Moses got that work I got them bands
My youngins poppin' percs and poppin'
xans
n*ggas purpin' boy what happened to yo
mans
Want a verse b*tch I need money in my
hands
Hot n*gga flip this money do my dance
Life is great I'm with some apes they like
Durant
From the source you see this Bape is from
Japan
Color money got blue cheese all in my
pants
If you cross me get a sheet just like the
klan
Ole' boy mad at me cause I'm the man
Why you mad, tell me why you mad
[Chorus: Trula Meez]
Why you mad, tell me why you mad [x4]
(color money got blue benjis in my pants)
[Verse: Dasher]
Tell me what the f*ck these n*ggas mad for
I got money what the f*ck am I gone rat for
Moved a hundred bricks and binos raises
ran for it
Transport, inport, export
f*ck school I had a zip up in my jansport
To even come up on the hill you need a
passport
n*ggas aint worried bout the feds or the
task force
f*ck the cops I call the shots off the back-
board
A1 D in OKC, Kevin Durant
I get my cake and then I skate off in my
Vans
Driving with no hands counting bands
I like my chicken with blue cheese don't do
no ranch
[Chorus: Trula Meez]
I just sit and wonder why these n*ggas mad
Everytime you hear me whaaa that's for my
mans
Color money, them blue benji's in my pants
Color money, purple fifty's in my grands
[Verse: Eddro]
Ask my mom, she gone tell you he went
and got his own funds
Sixteen moved out her crib and living by
my lonesome
We sold coke, dope, and weed n*ggas
never sold guns
Roadrun for whole ones that make my
junkie's nose run
Why you mad n*gga tell me what you mad
for
Your life is just some sh*t that I'ma spend a
band for
Half a chicken I'ma whip it 'til my hand sore
They pay me first it got me feeling like the
landlord
Why you mad because you broke i got a
bag
He prolly mad because he know I shot his
mans
f*ck employment got it out this pot and
glass
Ain't tryna talk unless that sh*t about a bag
[Chorus: Trula Meez]
Why you mad, tell me why you mad [x4]
(color money got blue benjis in my pants)
[Outro: Trula Meez]
Color money, green twenties blue hundreds
Color money, purple fifties who want it
Color money, green twenties blue hundreds
Color money, purple fifties who want it