[Intro]
Aye, call lil homie to the stage
The one got that color money
Trappin' for the color money
Make it happen for the color money
305, n***a
You know what it is
[Verse 1]
If you wanna get a block, then you should see the man
Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band
Bottles in the club got me screaming, "Color money"
Got her selling p**y for the love of the money
Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me
In the box Chevy, p**y n***a gunning for me
Catch a flight to Paris, time to get some other money
You still alive 'cause you n***as still running from me
Get it down even if a n***a momma know me
Put it down quarter key in every category
If you real, all we k** for is color money
f** where you from, 'cause all we deal with is color money
I got a duffle bag that I wanna shop with
Or get another double R to cut the top with
Or hit the booty club and go and get some p**y whip
I might buy a b**h a Benz if I'm p**y whipped
[Hook]
Color money
Color money
[Verse 2]
Blackjack, black bottles with the black cards
Only n***a that you know with two NASCARs
Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump
Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick s**ed
Color money got your b**h out on a world tour
My lil homie made a million on his girl tour
We back to back and down to whack a n***a unborn
Miami n***as got 'em changing all the gun laws
So run Forrest, got some shooters and they dying too
I got more money than that p**y that you're signed to
Survive, who call this a color money conversation
A hundred stacks will cover everything I'm contemplating
Full confrontation, home invasion for the quarter key
Them cheap a** condos ain't the safest place you want to be
Call him a C.O. but you better not go call police
So when I see you, I'mma give you what you wanna see
You wanna see?
[Hook]
Color money
Color money
[Verse 3]
Uh, p**y n***a
Rob a n***a close to me, you better bring it back
Until the day we even steven, tell you bring it back
Red rubies on they can't believe a n***a rap
Color money still feed n***as in the trap
They got the Rolie with the red face
The red ring n***a looking like a fed case
f** all these rappers, real talk, 'cause I ain't f**ing with 'em
Double M, we balling way harder than Puff and them
It ain't no love loss, I only see one boss
You looking at him when they got the guns going off
And all the b**hes on the staff and they get a check
So bust it open, never test a n***a intellect
[Hook]
Color money
Color money
Color money
Color money
Color money