Shad Da God - Blue Strips lyrics

[Intro] Run that money counter, baby Ayy, who the fu*k is Narquise? [Chorus: Shad Da God] I didn't give that b*tch one blue strip ni**as know loose lips sink the ship 'Cause that FN packed, b*tch got blue tips And the fu*kin' bankroll big, and I can't grip Yeezy Boots on, they got no slip Got a hand on her throat, she's a freak b*tch She can smell the fu*kin' money if her nose workin' She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin' [Verse 1: Shad Da God] She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin' Green tips in the AR-15 and we lurkin' I got the drop on the purple, the dope workin' The trap workin', I'm in my motherfu*kin' Birkin Poppin' the pills and the racks, I'm feelin' like swag surfin' I sent this sh*t through the mail, it touched down and I got to servin' Yeah, whip gon' swerve you back in the lane when you swerve Bankroll Mafia, now ni**as 'round here rockin' the same chain [Chorus: Shad Da God & Lil Keed] I didn't give that b*tch one blue strip ni**as know loose lips sink the ship 'Cause that FN packed, b*tch got blue tips And the fu*kin' bankroll big, and I can't grip Yeezy Boots on, they got no slip Got a hand on her throat, she's a freak b*tch She can smell the fu*kin' money if her nose workin' She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin' (Keed, talk to 'em) [Verse 2: Lil Keed] Yeah, yeah, see these bankrolls pokin' and these diamonds twerkin' (Say what?) And my young ho only nineteen, but she a real squirter (Okay, okay, sh*t) And the trap don't got no screen, sh*t, we still servin' (Got no screen, ni**a) Yeah, b*tch, we slimin' sh*t, we in our motherfu*kin' Birkin (Let's go) (These young ni**as actin' like hoes) Bankroll Mafia gettin' all the loads Water by G, diamonds wet like a pool I put them pointers on, rock out the shows Where I'ma go, I don't know Stay on my team, they ride with the pole (Stay on it) No, I'm nothin' like you (Woo) We slappin' tints on the coupe Shad, what it do? [Chorus: Shad Da God & Lil Keed] I didn't give that b*tch one blue strip (Okay) ni**as know loose lips sink the ship (Go) 'Cause that FN packed, b*tch got blue tips (Skrrt, skrrt) And the fu*kin' bankroll big, and I can't grip (Let's go) Yeezy Boots on, they got no slip (Talk to 'em) Got a hand on her throat, she's a freak b*tch (Shad, talk to 'em) She can smell the fu*kin' money if her nose workin' (Smell it) She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin' (Okay)