
Blue Cash New Swag Diego Money (Ft. Jay Critch)
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[Intro]
Yeah woah, I play with bands no I don't Play Doh
Stacking up money like I'm playing Legos
Ima ordinary person we are not the same tho
I two 2 cups, make me look like fable
You ain't talking money no I ain't showing up
Look at my wrist and you see I'm iced up
[Chorus: Diego Money]
New money, blue cash
Take my old flow, I got new swag
Smooth new foreign paper tag
I might drop the roof, do the dash
Flexin hard, know you mad
Know I keep a bad bitch, fat ass
Hop up out the black Coupe feel like Batman
Flexin wit niggas smoking strong gas
[Verse 1: Diego Money]
I don't fuck with niggas, cause them niggas fools
I been getting money, I don't know bout you
Diamonds so cold, they be the floo
I ride with my niggas, they keep a tool
I take your lil bitch she blow me likе flute
I hop in the Rari I'm droppin the roof
I ball on thеse niggas I don't even hoop
I ride through the hood, they saying salute
I'm sipping on tec I drop by the duce
I'm sending on molly I'm feeling like Zoose
Too many diamonds, they hurting my tooth
I step in this bitch, and destroy the booth
Yeah woah, I play with bands no I don't Play Doh
Stacking up money like I'm playing Legos
Ima ordinary person we are not the same tho
I two 2 cups, make me look like fable
You ain't talking money no I ain't showing up
Look at my wrist and you see I'm iced up
[Chorus: Diego Money]
New money, blue cash
Take my old flow, I got new swag
Smooth new foreign paper tag
I might drop the roof, do the dash
Flexin hard, know you mad
Know I keep a bad bitch, fat ass
Hop up out the black Coupe feel like Batman
Flexin wit niggas smoking strong gas
[Verse 1: Diego Money]
I don't fuck with niggas, cause them niggas fools
I been getting money, I don't know bout you
Diamonds so cold, they be the floo
I ride with my niggas, they keep a tool
I take your lil bitch she blow me likе flute
I hop in the Rari I'm droppin the roof
I ball on thеse niggas I don't even hoop
I ride through the hood, they saying salute
I'm sipping on tec I drop by the duce
I'm sending on molly I'm feeling like Zoose
Too many diamonds, they hurting my tooth
I step in this bitch, and destroy the booth
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