Color Money lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
Aye, call lil homie to the stage
The one got that color money
Trappin' for the color money
Make it happen for the color money
305, n*gga
You know what it is

[Verse 1]
If you wanna get a block, then you should see the man
Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band
Bottles in the club got me screaming, "Color money"
Got her selling pus*y for the love of the money
Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me
In the box Chevy, pus*y n*gga gunning for me
Catch a flight to Paris, time to get some other money
You still alive 'cause you n*ggas still running from me
Get it down even if a n*gga momma know me
Put it down quarter key in every category
If you real, all we kill for is color money
f*ck where you from, 'cause all we deal with is color money
I got a duffle bag that I wanna shop with
Or get another double R to cut the top with
Or hit the booty club and go and get some pus*y wit
I might buy a b*tch a Benz if I'm pus*y whipped
[Hook]
Color money
Color money

[Verse 2]
Blackjack, black bottles with the black cards
Only n*gga that you know with two NASCARs
Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump
Make her sign a prenup just to get my di*k sucked
Color money got your b*tch out on a world tour
My lil homie made a million on his girl tour
We back to back and down to whack a n*gga unborn
Miami n*ggas got 'em changing all the gun laws
So run Forrest, got some shooters and they dying too
I got more money than that pus*y that you’re signed to
Survive, who call this a color money conversation
A hundred stacks will cover everything I’m contemplating
Full confrontation, home invasion for the quarter key
Them cheap ass condos ain't the safest place you want to be
Call him a C.O. but you better not go call police
So when I see you, I’mma give you what you wanna see
You wanna see?

[Hook]
Color money
Color money
[Verse 3]
Uh, pus*y n*gga
Rob a n*gga close to me, you better bring it back
Until the day we even steven, tell you bring it back
Red rubies on they can't believe a n*gga rap
Color money still feed n*ggas in the trap
They got the Rolie with the red face
The red ring n*gga looking like a fed case
f*ck all these rappers, real talk, 'cause I ain't f*cking with 'em
Double M, we balling way harder than Puff and them
It ain't no love loss, I only see one boss
You looking at him when they got the guns going off
And all the b*tches on the staff and they get a check
So bust it open, never test a n*gga intellect

[Hook]
Color money
Color money
Color money
Color money
Color money
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