Blue

Come and get you some It's like juice when ambition come Make a lil' money, watch them bitches come If it's dope money, watch the snitches come Watch where you sell it at Watch where you get it from What you do it for? Used to duck it to the four More bucks, now that tour bus need a humidor Got a couple stores, 'bout to get a couple more Life's a bitch so I light a spliff Gonna fuckin' roar Yeah we gettin' rich What you think we duck the suckers for? I don't want your shot gettin' stomped I just struck his door I'm too burnin' to pull the strings out Rather get high, then ride and blow your brains out Let the money come, yeah let the money come Come and get your sum, come, come and get you some Old schools, fat crib in the hills too No twenties, no fifties, these my bills blue Come and get your sum, come, come and get you some Old schools, fat crib in the hills too No twenties, no fifties, these my bills blue I've been sucker-duckin', I've been tryna get my mind right I said me been around, I got nine lives I'm sleepwalking watchin' time fly Smoke pourin' out of the coupe when I fly by Late night mission keep me out of prison This isn't livin', all the hatred and the killin' I just wanna raise my children Jeah I really hate the way I'm feelin' No trust, no love, just a dirty gun Sure, goin' for thirty one, Bern can you turn me on They want the line and I ain't tryna talk to anyone I was OT with OGs when I was twenty one Let the money come, yeah let the money come Come and get your sum, come, come and get you some Old schools, fat crib in the hills too No twenties, no fifties, these my bills blue Come and get your sum, come, come and get you some Old schools, fat crib in the hills too No twenties, no fifties, these my bills blue Been through hella shit The bullets and the .454 kill a elephant Fresh drop of lemon A, yeah I like the smell of it These rappers only worry 'bout they relevance Sad Mad that they ain't got the elegance Nor the intelligence to make it big We hustle hard and we hate the bid and hate the pigs And if a nigga ain't around I'm where the paper is Jeah, I'm with the brown bag throw away the money counter I like to count it by hand, it took me six hours Shout to the sick flowers And the trip routers Get high from the contact if you sit around us Let the money come, yeah let the money come Come and get your sum, come, come and get you some Old schools, fat crib in the hills too No twenties, no fifties, these my bills blue Come and get your sum, come, come and get you some Old schools, fat crib in the hills too No twenties, no fifties, these my bills blue