Benny the Butcher, Elcamino, 38 Spesh - Blue Money lyrics

Put my crown on just so my day could start
Who gave 'em heart 'n brought it back to
The streets? This was a vacant art
Sat in a can? Well, that don't make you smart
You know the sayin'
How bullshit wear vans and paper talk
Okay, you made your little songs
And sold your little drugs
Don’t let your twitter buzz turn
You to a little thug ask about me, nigga
My resume dipped in blood
You know with a past like mine
They be quick to judge pieces on my wrist
I put pieces on their hips
I was decent, yeah
My face was like a Visa on them strips
It gets deeper, I won’t speak it
I got secrets I won’t kick
Only in a book I wrote I’m
Callin' piecеs of a brick, uh
Get it later, I been spendin' papеr
Rap money took me ‘cross the
Country like a Winnebago
Before that it was yayo
Money spread across the table
Made my first stack in a
Crib without no cable
Buff doin' fifteen, he feel like I flamed him
My other cousin callin' home sayin'
That time changed him
Watch where you walk, pussy
Yeah this side dangerous
From the blind side bangin', yeah
You know this our angle, uh
Dope boys hit me when they need a theme song
Whip it ‘til it’s white and yellow
Look like creamed corn
HK, SK, everything long
That’s why I’m in these
Nightclubs with everything on
The Butcher nigga!

You know we hustle all night tryna make a way
You know the same shit, just a different day
Grindin’ all night ‘til the mornin’ come
I got it out the mud, you ain’t the only one
You know we hustle all night tryna make a way
You know the same shit, just a different day
Grindin’ all night ‘til the mornin’ come
I got it out the mud, you ain’t the only one

Could make an extra hundred large if
I break up the weight
The only thing I can’t afford
Is to make a mistake
Crack game like the rap game
But ain’t as safe
If we got the same plug we like label mates
You know I’m heavy handed when I paper chase
When I put cash on the table
The table breaks and I pump base like 808’s
And put powder in a pot like tomato paste
And ate 'Cause ain’t nobody gave us plates
If a nigga don’t like me
That’s straight up hate
You boys go to sleep early and wake up late
Y'all remind me of bubble wrap
Y'all just take up space, wait
My first brick had gray duct tape
It ain’t a rumor
I made a lot of cake upstate
Used to wholesale bricks
Now I break up weight
They come after the breakup
Like a makeup date, trust

You know we hustle all night tryna make a way
You know the same shit, just a different day
Grindin’ all night ‘til the mornin’ come
I got it out the mud, you ain’t the only one
You know we hustle all night tryna make a way
You know the same shit, just a different day
Grindin’ all night ‘til the mornin’ come
I got it out the mud, you ain’t the only one