Blue Money lyrics

[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 b*tch, [?] she bad
Blue money, blue money
Blue money, blue money
Young n*gga got a pocket full of blue money
Young n*gga get a whole lotta blue money
Blue money, blue money
Blue money, blue money
Young n*gga got a pocket full of blue money
Young n*gga 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 b*tch, and you blockin
West Coast n*gga, I'm Pacing
I'm from the Bay where they mobbin
Young n*ggas take off your top
No talkin, just get it poppin
I don't chase no trick
Just replace that ho
You n*ggas ain't real
[?]
I shine [?]
b*tches hear me [?]
It's mo [?]
Oh you ain't even know
And I been that n*gga
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 b*tch, [?] she bad
Blue money, blue money
Blue money, blue money
Young n*gga got a pocket full of blue money
Young n*gga get a whole lotta blue money
Blue money, blue money
Blue money, blue money
Young n*gga got a pocket full of blue money
Young n*gga get a whole lotta blue money

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Kidd Kidd got a whole lotta blue money
'bout to swim in [?] sh*t, like it's pool money
My chain on ice like cool runners
Ain't no telling what your b*tch gon' do for me
Blue money, sh*t 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 f*ck, 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
b*tches was trippin, they knew who we was
Them hundreds and 50's, them 20's, them 1's
f*ck these n*ggas, 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 n*ggas always tryna hold something
Back to the trap, and we counting more money
You a cheep ass n*gga, 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 b*tch, [?] she bad
Blue money, blue money
Blue money, blue money
Young n*gga got a pocket full of blue money
Young n*gga get a whole lotta blue money
Blue money, blue money
Blue money, blue money
Young n*gga got a pocket full of blue money
Young n*gga get a whole lotta blue money