Baby Money, Icewear Vezzo - Blue Street lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money, Icewear Vezzo - Blue Street lyrics]
(Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?) yeah
Spend your record deal on a frozey watch
(yeah)
Rather get it in the city, the road be hot
(Road be hot)
Was in the feds, we ran him up, he told
He hot 6 Mile, yeah, I'm from the East
But had Cody thots (Hah)
Fifty pointers in my neck
Look like my chain dance (Bitch)
Bust Rollie on my arm, this bitch breakdance
(Breakdance) count the money twenty ways
I got eight hands
Put a silence on that bitch
It's soundin' like a spray can
That's three hundred thousand dollars
Let the coupe start (Skrrt)
We put niggas in the blender like a juice bar
(Bitch)
I be feelin' like I'm Snoop, pop a blue bar
(yeah)
I did two years in the feds, playin' ooh-wop
It's blue tips in the chop
Paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames
The streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls
Them niggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These niggas lyin' in they songs
I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my niggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint
My niggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass
We gotta weed through
Ayy, fuck a deal
You hear my name without no cosign
47 plain jane, this bitch Joe Biden
I just caught 'bout fifty 'bows
What's a hundred thousand?
Niggas only sign them deals
When they runnin' out a rich nigga
I can fuck her once my eyes on her
Told me I think that I'm the shit
I got flies on me
Nigga spoke down on the gang
Then he died from it
I'm out here dwellin' on the sky
This a Skydweller you in the red
It's blue tips in my Five-seveN
Send my best guys your jeweler hammed you
I can tell them bitches SIs
Fifty racks, Amiri flag on my left side
Stop tellin' niggas we up next, bitch
We got now
It's blue tips in the chop
Paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames
The streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls
Them niggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These niggas lyin' in they songs
I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my niggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint
My niggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass
We gotta weed through
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?) yeah
Spend your record deal on a frozey watch
(yeah)
Rather get it in the city, the road be hot
(Road be hot)
Was in the feds, we ran him up, he told
He hot 6 Mile, yeah, I'm from the East
But had Cody thots (Hah)
Fifty pointers in my neck
Look like my chain dance (Bitch)
Bust Rollie on my arm, this bitch breakdance
(Breakdance) count the money twenty ways
I got eight hands
Put a silence on that bitch
It's soundin' like a spray can
That's three hundred thousand dollars
Let the coupe start (Skrrt)
We put niggas in the blender like a juice bar
(Bitch)
I be feelin' like I'm Snoop, pop a blue bar
(yeah)
I did two years in the feds, playin' ooh-wop
It's blue tips in the chop
Paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames
The streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls
Them niggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These niggas lyin' in they songs
I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my niggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint
My niggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass
We gotta weed through
Ayy, fuck a deal
You hear my name without no cosign
47 plain jane, this bitch Joe Biden
I just caught 'bout fifty 'bows
What's a hundred thousand?
Niggas only sign them deals
When they runnin' out a rich nigga
I can fuck her once my eyes on her
Told me I think that I'm the shit
I got flies on me
Nigga spoke down on the gang
Then he died from it
I'm out here dwellin' on the sky
This a Skydweller you in the red
It's blue tips in my Five-seveN
Send my best guys your jeweler hammed you
I can tell them bitches SIs
Fifty racks, Amiri flag on my left side
Stop tellin' niggas we up next, bitch
We got now
It's blue tips in the chop
Paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames
The streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls
Them niggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These niggas lyin' in they songs
I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my niggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint
My niggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass
We gotta weed through