Songtext Blue money Benny The Butcher

Blue money

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' piec?s of a brick, uh
Get it later, I been spendin' pap?r
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