Shad Da God Blue Strips Lyrics

[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the f*ck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
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'

[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
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

[Chorus: Shad Da God and Lil Keed]
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)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
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?

[Chorus: Shad Da God and Lil Keed]
I didn't give that bitch one blue strip (Okay)
Niggas know loose lips sink the ship (Go)
'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)