Blue Street lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
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 (b*tch)
Bust Rollie on my arm, this b*tch breakdance (Breakdance)
Count the money twenty ways, I got eight hands
Put a silence on that b*tch, it's soundin' like a spray can
That's three hundred thousand dollars, let the coupe start (Skrrt)
We put n*ggas in the blender like a juice bar (b*tch)
I be feelin' like I'm Snoop, pop a blue bar (Yeah)
I did two years in the feds, playin' ooh-wop

[Chorus: Baby Money]
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 n*ggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These n*ggas lyin' in they songs, I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my n*ggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint, my n*ggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through
[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Ayy, f*ck a deal, you hear my name without no cosign
47 plain jane, this b*tch Joe Biden
I just caught 'bout fifty 'bows, what's a hundred thousand?
n*ggas only sign them deals when they runnin' out
A rich n*gga, I can f*ck her once my eyes on her
Told me I think that I'm the sh*t, I got flies on me
n*gga 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 b*tches SIs
Fifty racks, Amiri flag on my left side
Stop tellin' n*ggas we up next, b*tch, we got now

[Chorus: Baby Money]
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 n*ggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These n*ggas lyin' in they songs, I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my n*ggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint, my n*ggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through