Текст песни Fetty P Franklin, DaBaby - MONEY BLUE

(Ayy, Do$, drop that hot shit) Yeah
And I ain't never seen a dollar I don't like, nigga (G)
Yeah, yeah

I got a red bitch, but my money blue
I got a red bitch, but my money (Yeah)
Ayy, look, I lost some old friends, but the hundreds new (What? What?)
I lost my old friends, but I got money (Yeah)

Look, we ain't even gon' speak on that
You fuck my ho, I'm fuckin' niggas hoes, so we ain't gon' beef 'bout that
You don't bump my song, you ain't gotta bump my songs, I'ma let you sleep on that
I be ridin' the Maybach more than I'm ridin' the Rolls, I don't like how the seat go back
Got a chair in front of the window inside of my penthouse, fuck my freaks on that
That dog bitch there too fine, hе done let her outsidе, you ain't got no leash on that?
That car backed into that parking spot outside, they ain't got no lease on that?
You can get one too, you just gotta go get on your grind, ayy, you better not think 'bout that
When you comin' in and out your house, better keep your iron 'cause you know they gon' creep 'bout that (Baow)
A nigga better leave me 'lone
Callin' 'em now on speakerphone, wonder if my lil' freak at home
You know all these niggas pocket watchin', checkin' and tryin' to keep the score
I left 'cause I ain't need the ho, it's Baby, look

I got a red bitch, but my money blue (Ayy, look)
I got a red bitch, but my money (Yeah)
Ayy, look, I lost some old friends, but the hundreds new (The hundreds new, nigga)
I lost my old friends, but I got money

Huh, I done lost all of my friends, but I still got a pistol (Fuck it)
But the world not Charlotte, buddy, what I do about a real one?
I like my money all blue, the rubber bands, like 'em Crippin'
I just need a razor blade, seven bags, and a blender
They got two rocks in the middle of the streets, you 'bout to kick 'em
If you ain't 'bout to eat my dick now like a Snickers
Yeah, I like to count money, but I don't like to start frenchin'
But I'll cook a nigga on the stove and leave him crispy
And if you don't know how to throw that ass back like a frisbee (And what?)
I'm prepared to move myself from the situation like a businessman (Bye)
I keep it G, my program even bigger than
And I'm not a high point nigga 'cause them bitches jam

I got a red bitch, but my money blue (Frank)
I got a red bitch, but my money (Yeah)
Ayy, look, I lost some old friends, but the hundreds new (The hundreds blue, nigga)
I lost my old friends, but I got money (Yeah)

Golden glow
Shinin' through my window
Ooh, yeah