​Colorful Money BIGBABYGUCCI (Ft. YESTERDAY)

[Intro]
I got you, corey

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I got the colorful money
I got a cold, I'm sippin' the muddy (Woah)
Say that she love me, she funny
Guess that I'll take her, I'll get her for something (Woah)
Wagyu be all in my tummy
Said I'm a [?], we bossin' you bummy (Woah)
I went and fucked on her in a X-Wing, still wouldn't tell me (Woah)

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I was just down bad in the trap, somehow we up in London
Every time my armor [?], boy, my mind get to runnin'
Glock get to poppin' 'n' stuff
Doin' the talkin', come hop in the blunt
Leave that boy bleeding, his time of the month
She know I'm eatin', she buyin' me lunch
I put a lens on top of my Glock, I'm shootin' that Call of Duty FaceTime (FaceTime)
I parked the Benz right out in the front and I'm darin' you niggas to take some (Take some)
She brought her friends again (Yeah)
I don't remember him (Yeah)
I rolled a opp in a blunt and it's thick and this shit like cinnamon
I swear there's a switchy on top of this Glock, we are not fearin' him
When I walk out this bitch, I got on [?] (I got you, Corey)
I don't wear Fear of God, y'all niggas lame, we are not twins
She just got done from suckin' my dick, she [?]