they trying to do get Little money they loving you But when you broke they ain't nothing to you I mean but when you ain't got noting they ain't stunting you
be broke like ligaments And nigga I'm rich And now that boy got chips Like ruffles' Lays And you can say I'm short But you can't say I ain't paid You
I remember it all started when he bought that car It was the first thing he ever owned apart from me And the color was red And the color was red and
your man, Now go tell her short stop Okay bitch, you do the wop Well bitch, I do the guap Okay man, you do the drop Well man, I do the yacht You pull
on you I'm wasted, I'm so wasted on you Red and yellow, pink and green Purple and orange and blue Are all of the colors I see, my love Every time I see you
The last person that touched 'em I been shot 'em Now if you looked and seen lime green forces and Kiwi You couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie You
than gold and red Blue must be the color angels choose A blue dress you proudly wore when you left to return no more Yes, blue must be the color of the
I'm posted up with 4 toasters bra Test me faggot, if you think I'm a joke to ya All my cats ride big in the lou you know Should be against the law the
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know
and my trunk do wonders bumpin I am not the one for chumpin', I will ratchet out and slump 'em, dump 'em Nigga, you better off dead, ya money red I'
, shoot 'em up The Hurricane G is live and in color Watch out We run you motherfuckers The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color Watch out We run you
stroke a trunk of funk Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps So color me bad, plus color me black For the funk that I pack, Red freak
my guns you need wet and karma bombs You got chubby? I got chubby too Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView You funny, I flood the area tsunami
do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas For niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's You're facin', the Cochise of operation And if you ain't tastin' you
dream, improbable dream But you must believe when I tell you this It's as real as my skull and it does exist Here let me show you This thing is called
shot 'em, (big boy) [Kyjuan] Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi (Big boy) you couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie (Big boy) you
and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was
coats with matchin' cargos We racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go Granny be like, "Ay, ya ya" like Ricky Ricardo I know you wanna know why we do what we do You