Bbno$, Lentra, Crosby - ​rgb money lyrics

Uh

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

Still on the lick, boy, never change
Medicate
Son, what the stick for? Featherweight
Holloway
Max with the hit's, 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

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 GOAT, 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$