Search results for colour of money by drake

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Dull my senses
steal my pride
principles denied

Passion faked and sold to the anthem green and gold.
Colour of the virtue by working like
Easy Money
With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders

We
Easy Money
With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders

We
Drake
Putted all together like Baby
Ice in my ear like Baby
All red whip like Baby
Your girl calling me baby
I'mma live my life like Baby

Cash Money
Get money addict, I'ma get "Money" tatted
Money in the attics, money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress
Safe full
The rental's worth the style
You can say your lady friends
Are leveled by your smile
You can say your bank account
Is always on the rise
You can say on your
lectures
If you're tryna meet with money
I'd be happy to connect ya
Life is, better than its ever been
Scheduling million dollar meetings with
You Straight 
It'll Put You On The Right Track 
Well, I Ain't No Devil And I Ain't No Saint 
But I Can Tell A Dealer By The Colour Of His Paint
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
All my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did I did a menage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
world and the white man made it
Gave you a name to dominate and trade it
Making blood money of his very own race man
And all of this because the colour
Retribution handed down to you
Generation to generation
Guilty by association
We are laid to rest
No more of the lies
Justice shall be served in
Colours are victorious over the grey,
Stop to get controlled by the state.

For just one day
I wanna forget the value of money and gold,
I wanna live life
You must have brought the bad weather with you
The sky's the colour of lead
All you've left me is a feather
On an unmade bed

It's always me
Jayhawk and crocus 
Extremely out of focus 
Leaves the purple blues 
On peeling wallpaper 
Try to smell the colour 
The vain snappings of a most
peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen n****
Aight, Drizzy, Drake

Look
Kill the game no one recovers
it
More money than you ever seen nigga
Aight, Drizzy, Drake

Look
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me tell me
First off you know what it is if you heard Drake 
Makin' hoes wobble Like a bridge in a earthquake 
Never see me out 'cause I live in my Workplace 
I
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
the rips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my
the rips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing
funny hugging, Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my
O’s with a V in the middle
You would love it if I went away or didn’t say nothing else
How am I keeping it real by keeping this shit to myself?
You
said it all
Soothed by your saxophones i thought you'd understand
I'd love to sing my songs for you but i don't know if i can
Said don't know if i
money is the game, the dealer never knows your name,
People marching to the same old beat.
The street's alive with pretty girls, who take you all around