Lyrics Blue (Bonus) - Jay Dublavet

I just want my money blue
I just want my money blue

Ooh

Gotta keep it on me
Niggas ain't your homie
I remember dark nights I was so lonely
I can't trust nobody niggas so phony

It's only me you can't clone me
My money outgrown me
Fake love what they shown me
Bitches never friendzone me

You don't get money that's your issue
Your bitch sell pussy when the rent due
I keep the fader it's not a issue
A nigga touch me then he fish food

Like Penny Hardaway bitch I'm number 1
Before you got robbed you never had a gun
I need a million before I have a son
You know my draco got a drum
Make a bad bitch swallow cum
I'm outside just like a bum
Run up on me nigga is you dumb
Is your retarded
Hit the gas and it smell like I farted
You ain't talking money so I disregard it
Life ain't no game you can not restart it
I up this pistol and niggas departed
All this money bitch my safe got bombarded
City bitch wit a ass straight from Charlotte
I just want head regardless
I swear her brain the smartest
You know I'm so heartless
With this scope I can shoot the farthest

Nigga where your glock at
Better pop back or drop back
I push his top back
I know what you thought it was but it's not that

If they shoot at me bitch I shot back
He got rob for his time but he cant get his clock back
Bitch see me shining you can't get your thot back
It's one in the head I don't gotta cock-back

I just gotta squeeze
One pistol shot make him fall to his knees
If he survive it'll change how he breath
Scope on the choppa be helping me see

See all the bullshit
Left his body in the fortress
Now he suffer rigor mortis
Que a taurus he on bullshit

Run up on me get a full clip
Choppa make em do a full split
Don't give a fuck who you cool wit
Cuz your shooter ain't gon pull shit

That nigga a hypocrite
This .40 hiding on my hip and shit
He not a gymnast but we flip his shit
I knew that she love me by the way she grip the dick

I be getting money meetings wit Benjamin
If you take one of mine I'm killing all your friends
Don't care about consequences, Do it all again
If I fall bitch you know I'ma ball again

Ain't talking money then hang-up and call again
Matter of fact leave a voicemail
Grab that bitch by her fucking horse tail
Until her voice hoarse and her throat swell

Them bullets go straight, you go straight to heaven I go straight to hell
I could never tell I'll go straight to jail but I'm getting out cuz I'm making bail

Mini choppa wit the big shells
If you survive nigga get well
I'm swimming through traffic you see how it fishtail
SRT8 engine never fail

You was cleaning your room, I was cleaning shells
I know all my demons well
Killing niggas like the cartel
You know it's gas from the fart smell

Disrespect me you gon die
I ain't gon lie
Somebody mama gon cry
And it ain't gon be mine