2 chainz – blue cheese (feat. migos) lyrics
50,000 on me, i’m a walkin’ lick
she f–k with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
blue cheese in my off whites
i’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
got your b-tch out her dm, put her on a flight
i don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
my side chick got pregnant by her main dude and i’m offended
i called, she ain’t pick up, i text her back, b-tch you stingy
i’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
walk in the traphouse, use my cartiers for credentials (god d-mn!)
i’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
negative energy, i could do anything, i got the guillotine
off with they head
known to pull off and get head
drippin so much sauce on your b-tch look like she wettin’ the bed
i could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
i am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a birkin bag uh uh!
everyone look at the tag, i do the digital dash uh uh!
i can do more than just brag, i can back it up uh uh!
50,000 on me, i’m a walkin’ lick
she f–k with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
blue cheese in my off whites
i’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
got your b-tch out her dm, put her on a flight
i don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
i just bought a lamb ima crawl on it
get on top, she act a dog with it
i’m on this drink need to slow down
racks in back it won’t slow down
you had a sack but it’s gone now
safari diamond, money long now
better wake up, smell the coffee
black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
you was my mans but you lost me
poppin xans, i’m exhausted
cookie smellin like a mosh pit
pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? sh-t colossus
hey, with this money i could stay up and survive
we go live, smoke this dope and ride
we too fly, bad b-tches in the archive
oh so high, money make me so high
50,000 on me, i’m a walkin’ lick
she f–k with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b-tches
blue cheese in my off whites
i’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
got your b-tch out her dm, put her on a flight
i don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
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