D. Rich - Color Money lyrics

[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