Lyrics:
the Bills flowing in
Yeah my money looking blue Benjamin Franklin
Yeah my money looking blue
But a nigga not sad
If my bills look green then i fucked up no
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[Chorus:]
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x)
Suckers I clobber, because
dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[Chorus:]
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x)
Suckers I clobber, because
the streets
What kinda ni**as slang out the trunk to eat
What kinda ni**as bangin red and that blue
Aim for yo dome cokc they sh*t then shoot
OK OK
Belts
the blammer like Son of Sam
And ran up on your Congressman in the suit, tie and the bandana
Told him pass the bill or his body on the Channel 6 News cameras
I
the streets, the choice is free
Keeping the militia well-regulated and armed
No need to fret, you'll stay unharmed
But please no nukes, let's be civilized
as Dua Lipa
Where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos
You feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie
Keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win
Was nine a.m. at Nancy's Coffee Bar
In the lot parked an old red fancy car
Was sitting there and waiting for the bill
Across the street that blue
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
playing it safe
But what am I supposed to do?
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to
Just a couple
Cruising down the street
Minding my business cause I'm trill
Stopped at the ATM
Grabbed a thousand dollar bill
Now I peel like apples and
Peaches because I'm
more nothing less
Verified bills counting blues like the check
I ain't built like the rest
This is more than just a check
Hard times keep me blessed
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
(shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick
Street), but a North Memphis baby (baby)
Switches hit him, leave him lazy (grrt, boom, boom)
Cut him off by his navel (boom)
Still servin' the neighbors
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
Sold me out for 3.5 grams
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
MPC Akai
Who I name William after 'cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets
Came up in
the police lights
And I came up real rough, right under the street lights (real rough)
Democrats, Republicans, Mr. President
Mr. Bill Gates, everybody's
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and I woke up this mornin'
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me
New money, blue money, I'm
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
A blue soldier with his lunch money crown, yeah
Hit the street until he's beat them all down, yeah
You're my super-duper hero
Give a criminal some
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