"More Colour Money" lyrics
Raz Fresco & Boldy James Lyrics
[Boldy James:]
Two-way, D'Ussé, Siete (Creature)
My life is Gucci
You would think niggas would be proud of me
Been holdin' shit down ten plus straight summers
Where we at?
Let's get it
Thirteen hundred dollars for the hoodie, but it's Balmain
Louis Vuitton sweats with LV on the drawstring
Five pockets full of dirty money, but they're all clean
Smoke too much, so I can barely make some money off weed
High pitched, how can he snitch unless he been involved with you?
Smokin' Tropicana, this shit louder than a dog whistle
Graduated from the underboss to the overlord
Gettin' fed, all my niggas feastin', this a smorgasbord
Flew into Vancouver just to escape the beach
Pocket full of color money, smellin' like a maple leaf
Better keep a slam in his pocket or pay the fee
Nigga rather stick his hands in the socket before he play with me
Rather jump off a fuckin' bridge before you play with Double
Get him hit after we split your shit, now that's a daily double
Detroit get windy, 'round here, you gotta play the bubble
Half brick apiece and Mark admit he tryna make a couple
[Raz Fresco:]
Through the powder mixed with the heat, you see the mixture for gold
I crystallize coke, vibin', risin' oil on the stove
Yo, what's the science? Fly low, you know the formula code
We was kids, now we man, but men get kidnapped, though
X'd out, tic-tac-toe, you know, when the click-clack blow
You went to war fast, you think slow, the pinky ring glow
Quicksand 'fore the whole El Niño blow
Pacino, Casino flow, it's me, yo
My pops warned me to pop, called me, the cops want me
Game corrupted my brain, 'caine in the Polo rugby
Give me the loot
We in the Matrix, bullets what the agents threw
It's like the Garden of Eden, bitches is snaking you
When payment due, niggas appear, they like Jason do
My splash break the forecast on the daily news
I analyze my life in steps I reach to heaven
Remember them things it took a couple hours just to measure
Chill (Peace, God)
Chill
Two-way, D'Ussé, Siete (Creature)
My life is Gucci
You would think niggas would be proud of me
Been holdin' shit down ten plus straight summers
Where we at?
Let's get it
Thirteen hundred dollars for the hoodie, but it's Balmain
Louis Vuitton sweats with LV on the drawstring
Five pockets full of dirty money, but they're all clean
Smoke too much, so I can barely make some money off weed
High pitched, how can he snitch unless he been involved with you?
Smokin' Tropicana, this shit louder than a dog whistle
Graduated from the underboss to the overlord
Gettin' fed, all my niggas feastin', this a smorgasbord
Flew into Vancouver just to escape the beach
Pocket full of color money, smellin' like a maple leaf
Better keep a slam in his pocket or pay the fee
Nigga rather stick his hands in the socket before he play with me
Rather jump off a fuckin' bridge before you play with Double
Get him hit after we split your shit, now that's a daily double
Detroit get windy, 'round here, you gotta play the bubble
Half brick apiece and Mark admit he tryna make a couple
[Raz Fresco:]
Through the powder mixed with the heat, you see the mixture for gold
I crystallize coke, vibin', risin' oil on the stove
Yo, what's the science? Fly low, you know the formula code
We was kids, now we man, but men get kidnapped, though
X'd out, tic-tac-toe, you know, when the click-clack blow
You went to war fast, you think slow, the pinky ring glow
Quicksand 'fore the whole El Niño blow
Pacino, Casino flow, it's me, yo
My pops warned me to pop, called me, the cops want me
Game corrupted my brain, 'caine in the Polo rugby
Give me the loot
We in the Matrix, bullets what the agents threw
It's like the Garden of Eden, bitches is snaking you
When payment due, niggas appear, they like Jason do
My splash break the forecast on the daily news
I analyze my life in steps I reach to heaven
Remember them things it took a couple hours just to measure
Chill (Peace, God)
Chill
