MONEY & COLORS lyrics

by

Curly Savv


[Intro]
Glizzy on me like, gimme the green light
Pow, pow, pow
Ha, pow, pow
Ha, ha, ha
[?]
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, (Glocky) uh

[Chorus]
I like my money in colors (Colors), double R came with umbrellas (Skrrt)
Back in my bag, they jealous, they hate how they love us
Make a movie like Danny Glover (Make a movie), gotta watch, they be undercover (Facts)
I like my money in colors (Colors), double R came with umbrellas (Skrrt)
Back in my bag, they jealous, they hate how they love us (Love us, brrt)
Make a movie like Danny Glover (Glover, Glover), gotta watch, they be undercover (Uh)

[Verse 1]
4MATIC came with a lifter (Lifter), sippin' on 'tec like Twista (Twista)
Told bro n*ggas is dissin' (Dissin'), think we should pay them a visit (Ha)
We do not miss (We do not miss), I send bro to blitz him
He gon' throw like Smith, I know his body is different
Trap outta BMB (Trap outta), b*tch, I'm drippin' in D n' G (Drip)
Trap, I done don't got my GED (Nah, hello) but I hop outta GLE (Skrrt)
Pop out to the scenery (Pop out, pop out), it's just me and my mini-me (Ha, ha)
We got chops for that mini-me (Grrt, baow), give a f*ck if you feelin' me

[Chorus]
I like my money in colors (Colors), double R came with umbrellas (Skrrt)
Back in my bag, they jealous, they hate how they love us
Make a movie like Danny Glover (Make a movie), gotta watch, they be undercover (Facts)
I like my money in colors (Colors), double R an' it came with umbrellas (Skrrt)
Back in my bag, they jealous, they hate how they love us (Love us, brrt)
Make a movie like Danny Glover, gotta watch, they be undercover

[Verse 2]
Glizzy on me and it's stuck to me (Glizzy)
I don't want n*ggas sayin', "What's up" to me (Nah)
I'm not in the mood for the f*ckery (I'm not)
But I f*ck with you if you f*ck with me
Bro say, "Keep on rappin'" (Rap)
I'm like, "f*ck it, I know it's gon' come to me" (On God)
My b*tch freaky, nasty, when I hit it, she whisperin', "Nut in me"
Big drip, she wanna suck on a lit di*k
Bust all over her mouth like lipstick (Oh my God)
Boy, you do diss in picnics, I just hit it up big and get it
NBA still on my Swish sh*t, n*ggas send disses, they ain't never did sh*t
25 shots like Christmas hang from the distance, put it in stick shift
Please don't (Please don't) move API, bro BB's like Bugatti
We move silence, don't move stylie (Nah) 160, I'm too solid
b*tch, I get high like two pilots, boy, you washed up like tsunami
I like my money thick, hunnids, fifties, dubs like Ducati
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