Blue Money

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Benny the Butcher - Rap, Hardcore Rap

Blue Money

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[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher] The Butcher comin', nigga! Uh, 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, shit, my face was like a Visa on them strips It get deeper, I won't speak it, I got secrets I won't kick Only in a book I wrote I'm callin' piеces of a brick, uh Get it later, I been spеndin' paper Rap money took me 'cross the country like a Winnebago Before that, it was yayo, money spread across the table, uh Made my first stack in a crib without no cable, uh 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! [Chorus: Elcamino] 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 [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] Ayo, could make an extra hundred large if I break up the weight (Oh!) The only thing I can't afford is to make a mistake (Oh!) Crack game like the rap game but ain't as safe (Safe) If we got the same plug we like label-mates (Label-mates) Huh, you know I'm heavy-handed when I paper chase (Oh!) When I put cash on the table, the table breaks (Let's go) Uh, and I pump base like 808's (8's) And put powder in a pot like tomato paste, and ate 'Cause ain't nobody gave us plates (Uhuh) If a nigga don't like me, that's straight up hate (Uh) You boys go to sleep early, and wake up late (Uh) Y'all remind me of bubble wrap, y'all just taped up space, wait My first brick had gray duct tape (Let's go) It ain't a rumor (rumor), I made a lot of cake upstate (Uh) Used to wholesale bricks, now I break up weight (Right) They come after the breakup, like a makeup date, TRUST [Chorus: Elcamino] 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

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Credits

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  • Benny the Butcher
  • 38 Spesh
  • ElCamino