Blue Folks

Blue Money
Blue Folks
Riding in a wide body, swerving lanes hoe
Blue Money
Blue Folks
Getting to the money
That ain't no joke
Blue Money
Blue Folks
Had leave my old bitch got a new hoe
Blue Money
Blue Folks
I don't fuck with y'all niggas
I ain't change though

She said how this nigga sound
Guess he'll be flyer than Aladdin
Riding, swerving thru traffic
With my bitch from Cali
I got so much shit to balance
I got so many niggas doubting
Keep the the fake from around me
They going think I need counseling
Smoking, Imma stoner
Doe-lo, Imma loner
Keep taking trips from ATL to California
Blue Hundreds, yea
That's some real dope money
She a real trap queen
She gonna ship cross the country

Blue Money
Blue Folks
Riding in a wide body, swerving lanes hoe
Blue Money
Blue Folks
Getting to the money
That ain't no joke
Blue Money
Blue Folks
Had leave my old bitch got a new hoe
Blue Money
Blue Folks
I don't fuck with y'all niggas
I ain't change though

I'm riding round town in a 6-door, yeah
I ain't even goin lie
This a rental, yea
I got to find another jug before I go broke, yea
She can suck that dick better than my ole hoe yea
I'm talking Blue Folks like Future, I'm on Pluto
Sipping on a 24
With some kush smoke
Just mailed the pack out to the bando yea
Bet she pop that pussy for a Blue Folk

Blue Money
Blue Folks
Riding in a wide body, swerving lanes hoe
Blue Money
Blue Folks
Getting to the money
That ain't no joke
Blue Money
Blue Folks
Had leave my old bitch got a new hoe
Blue Money
Blue Folks
I don't fuck with y'all niggas
I ain't change though



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Writer(s): Mark Thomas
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