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Blue Chip
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Edwine Newman
Michael Edwine Newman
Songwriter
Antoine Amari Reed
Antoine Amari Reed
Songwriter
A. Dixson
A. Dixson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yea Big money Big money Big money Big money bussin like a blue chip This is more than music This is stake up in my company Take you out Tahiti Biweekly Out to Ruth Chris My bitch make the impossible Look like she Kim Possible How she ball Like she ruthless New whip slutty That mean that bitch roofless I can't hang with them niggas Cause they nuisance I'm out in Italy she don't speak no Spanish But that sexy shit she fluent Tell me where she flew in From If make money make her come Then I'm thumbing through 10 million ones And I'm coming through Spain with dinero She say pero baby claro might sprain ya thumb Norf Side Of that Cackalack Westside of that Muddaland If you ask Where a nigga from Fuck all that chitter chat Talk bout this and that Baby sit that kitty kat On a nigga tongue Big money bussin like a blue chip This is more than music This is stake up in my company Take you out Tahiti Biweekly Out to Ruth Chris My bitch make the impossible Look like she Kim Possible How she ball Like she ruthless New whip slutty That mean that bitch roofless A glass of that Cabernet and a spliff Throw on a movie You can see that shit from the jacuzzi Penthouse view me Tesla SUV me We bumping Bossanova In the Range Rovers and Jeeps Do you believe what you hear in the streets about me Say, "he's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak" Always got a bitch at the crib you won't keep And he spent all his money on shrimp and good weed Now you kick it how we kick it I doubt that you could do that You wasn't there you need to vouch the fuck was you at Big money bussin like a blue chip This is more than music This is stake up in my company Take you out Tahiti Biweekly Out to Ruth Chris My bitch make the impossible Look she Kim Possible How she ball Like she ruthless New whip slutty That mean that bitch roofless Fresh off the train Looking for tree Soon as I leave the station Might hit the city For the culture for appreciation Uh, could tell you all about it You might think that it's a lie Cause it's some things I can't describe You gotta see it with yo eyes Get you this flight You say, "Alright" I say, "don't mention it", uh Know I got limits But my feelings for you infinite, Uh You always say I do too much But I'm not hearing it You need to come and patch me up You see my spirit hit I let you in now you can see why I'm so bothered Cause I had to use my ego as my armor I ain't no local rapper bitch I tooken this shit farther Then them niggas in my city that I fathered But I'm uh Now you left me and you stuck again But you knew he was a bum so I don't understand But on the other hand you prolly better where you at Cause I'm too busy tryna get my fuckin name up on the map Holla at you when I'm done
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