[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***a
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 pussy for the love of the money
Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me
In the box Chevy, pussy n***a gunning for me
Catch a flight to Paris, time to get some other money
You still alive 'cause you n***as still running from me
Get it down even if a n***a momma know me
Put it down quarter key in every category
If you real, all we kill for is color money
Fuck 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 pussy wit
I might buy a bitch a Benz if I'm pussy whipped
[Hook]
Color money
Color money

[Verse 2]
Blackjack, black bottles with the black cards
Only n***a 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 dick sucked
Color money got your bitch 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***a unborn
Miami n***as got 'em changing all the gun laws
So run Forrest, got some shooters and they dying too
I got more money than that pussy 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, pussy n***a
Rob a n***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 n***a rap
Color money still feed n***as in the trap
They got the Rolie with the red face
The red ring n***a looking like a fed case
Fuck all these rappers, real talk, 'cause I ain't fucking 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 bitches on the staff and they get a check
So bust it open, never test a n***a intellect

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