Shad Da God - Blue Strips feat Lil Keed Lyrics

Run that money counter, baby

Ayy, who the f*ck is Narquise?

I didn't give that bitch one blue strip
Niggas know loose lips sink the ship
'Cause that FN packed, bitch got blue tips
And the f*ckin' bankroll big, and I can't grip
Yeezy Boots on, they got no slip
Got a hand on her throat, she's a freak bitch
She can smell the f*ckin' money if her nose workin'
She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin'

She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin'
Green tips in the AR-15 and we lurkin'
I got the drop on the purple, the dope workin'
The trap workin', I'm in my motherf*ckin' Birkin
Poppin' the pills and the racks, I'm feelin' like swag surfin'
I sent this shit through the mail, it touched down and I got to servin'
Yeah, whip gon' swerve you back in the lane when you swerve
Bankroll Mafia, now niggas 'round here rockin' the same chain

I didn't give that bitch one blue strip
Niggas know loose lips sink the ship
'Cause that FN packed, bitch got blue tips
And the f*ckin' bankroll big, and I can't grip
Yeezy Boots on, they got no slip
Got a hand on her throat, she's a freak bitch
She can smell the f*ckin' money if her nose workin'
She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin' (Keed, talk to 'em)

Yeah, yeah, see these bankrolls pokin' and these diamonds twerkin' (say what?)
And my young ho only nineteen, but she a real squirter (okay, okay, shit)
And the trap don't got no screen, shit, we still servin' (got no screen, nigga)
Yeah, bitch, we slimin' shit, we in our motherf*ckin' Birkin (let's go)
(These young niggas actin' like hoes)
Bankroll Mafia gettin' all the loads
Water by G, diamonds wet like a pool
I put them pointers on, rock out the shows
Where I'ma go? I don't know
Stay on my team, they ride with the pole (stay on it)
No, I'm nothin' like you (woo)
We slappin' tints on the coupe
Shad, what it do?

I didn't give that bitch one blue strip (okay)
Niggas know loose lips sink the ship
'Cause that FN packed, bitch got blue tips (skrrt, skrrt)
And the f*ckin' bankroll big, and I can't grip (let's go)
Yeezy Boots on, they got no slip (talk to 'em)
Got a hand on her throat, she's a freak bitch (Shad, talk to 'em)
She can smell the f*ckin' money if her nose workin' (smell it)
She saw the bankroll pokin' out and them diamonds twerkin' (okay)