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Color Money

Rick Ross4 Dec 2015

Color Money Lyrics

Color Money (彩色钞票) - Rick Ross

Aye call lil homie to the stage the one that's got that color money


Trappin' for the color money


Make it happen for the color money


305 ni**a

You know what it is


If you wanna get a block then you should see the man

Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band

Bottle in the club got me screaming color money

Got her selling p**sy for the love of the money

Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me

In the box chevy p**sy ni**a gunning for me

Catch a flight to paris time to get some other money

You still alive cuz you niggas still running from me

Get it down even if a ni**a momma know me

Put it down quarter key in every category

If you real all we kill for is color money

F**k where you from cuz 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 to go and get some p**sy whip

I might buy a b**ch a benz if he p**sy whip


Color money


Color money


Blackjack black bottles with the black cards

Only ni**a that you know with two nascar s

Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump

Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick sucked

Color money got your b**ch out on a world tour

My lil homie made a million on his girl tour

We back to back and down to whack a ni**a unborn

Miami niggas got them changing all the gun laws

So run forrest got some shooters and they dying too

I got more money than that p**sy 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 a** 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'ma give you what you wanna see

You wanna see


Color money


Color money


Rob a ni**a 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 ni**a rap

Color money still feed niggas in the trap


You got the rolie with the red face

The red ring ni**a looking like a fair case

F**k all these rappers real talk cuz I ain't f**king with em

Double m we balling way harder than puff and em

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**ches on the staff and they get a check

So bust it open never test a ni**a intellect


Color money


Color money


Color money


Color money


***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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