Текст песни Rick Ross - Color Money

[Intro] Color Money (Aye call lil homie to the stage the one that's got that Color Money) Trappin for the color money Make it happen for the color money 305 nigga You know what it is [Verse 1] If you wanna get a block then you should see the man Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band Bottle in the club got me screaming color money Got her selling pussy for the love of the money Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me In the box Chevy pussy nigga gunning for me Catch a flight to Paris time to get some other money You still alive cuz you niggas still running from me Get it down even if a nigga momma know me Put it down quarter key in every category If you real all we kill for is color money Fuck where you from cuz all we deal with is color money I got a duffle bag that I wanna shop with Or get another double R to cut the top with Or hit the booty club to go and get some pussy whip I might buy a bitch a Benz if he pussy whip [Hook] Color money Color money [Verse 2] Blackjack Black Bottles with the Black Cards Only nigga that you know with two NASCAR's Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick sucked

Color money got your bitch out on a world tour My lil homie made a million on his girl tour We back to back and down to whack a nigga unborn Miami niggas got them changing all the gun laws So run Forrest got some shooters and they dying too I got more money than that pussy that you're signed to Survive who call this a color money conversation A hundred stacks will cover everything I'm contemplating Full confrontation home invasion for the quarter key Them cheap ass condos ain't the safest place you want to be Call up my C.O. but you better not go call police So when I see you I'ma give you what you wanna see You wanna see? [Hook] Color money Color money [Verse 3] Rob a nigga close to me you better bring it back Until the day we even steven tell you bring it back Red rubies on they can't believe a nigga rap Color money still feed niggas in the trap You got the Rolie with the red face The red ring nigga looking like a fair case Fuck all these rappers real talk cuz I ain't fucking with em Double M we balling way harder than Puff and em It ain't no love loss I only see one boss You looking at him when they got the guns going off And all the bitches on the staff and they get a check So bust it open never test a nigga intellect [Hook] Color money Color money
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