rgb money (feat. Crosby)

[bbno$]

Six, five, four, eight (what?)

That's my money PIN

Don't flex fake pape' (no)

Check me take these wins

Flexin' like a cheapskate (cheap)

Got a shiny grin

Money wide, like a cape

I don't fuck with crêpes

What's for din', mate?

Eatin' 40K steak off a gold plate (skrrt)

Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake

I said green money, red money, blue money, wait

It's a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day

[Crosby]

Still on the lick, boy, never change, medicate

Son, what the stick for? Featherweight, Holloway

Max with the hits, boy, never fake, better take

BIC to the spliff, that's everyday, levitate

Know who I is, bitch, step away, relegate

Still on the pimp shit, get the play, never stay

Real since the bib, don't need a chase, hit it straight

Slumped for a bit, but he not erased, by the grace, yeah

No gimmicks, just a show for the cynics

And a little dope in 'em, you don't know what you missin', mamí

Yeah, you won't get it, so go on with the trippin'

Tommy where the O's fitted, boy, it's cold where we livin', yeah

17, we was gettin' blowed in the Civic

We would never scheme, only pull a ho off the image

'Cause I'm everything, that these niggas know that they isn't

And I never dream, put it on the flow, then I get it, yeah

[Bbno$]

Six, five, four, eight (what?)

That's my money PIN

Don't flex fake pape' (no)

Check me take these wins

Flexin' like a cheapskate (cheap)

Got a shiny grin

Money wide, like a cape

I don't fuck with crêpes

What's for din', mate?

Eatin' 40K steak off a gold plate (skrrt)

Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake

I said green money, red money, blue money, wait

It's a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day (uh)

Tell me if I overstep, Prozac

Might just make a rack and then I'd spend it on a plaque

I need that bag, make sure it's big

I don't do trig', I don't do math

But I can sure as hell tell when the bag is lookin' thick

If the money be a race, and I'm pumpin' up the pace

If I break my leg from runnin' it, I'll cop a golden brace

If your girl see my waist, yeah, it's straight to first base

And these zeroes give me faith, let me put you in your place

You a comma, all you do is cause a little bit of that drama

I'm a bougie ass G.O.A. t., bitch, call me llama

Tommy on my body while I'm flexin' in Bahama

Lookin' for an avocado, thinkin' 'bout guala

Green money, red money, blue money, bitch

Green money, red money, blue money, bitch (ha)

Green money, red money, blue money, bitch

Ayy, I ain't think I got complaints

Yeah, I feel ecstatic

Got my money where I wanted it to be

I can't complain, I just got bumped up to a first class seat

Is this flight attendant really tryna hit on me?

I don't know, maybe it's a possibility that I smash

Fourteen hours on a flight, I will not pass up ass

Find me on an island, day dreamin' about the cash

Foreign money, yeah, I got it, lots of rain, lots of Sun

That's a rainbow, check my wallet

I got green money, red money, blue money, bitch

Green money, red money, blue money, bitch

Green money, red money, blue money, bitch

It's bbno$