Blue - Intellectual

[Intro]

Uh, yeah (Yeah)

Uh, uh, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Man I roll up some gas, I'm getting too high the world turn blue

Look at my shoes, yeah they Jimmy Choo (Jimmy Choo)

I'm counting bands don't care about you (Yeah, yeah)

I'm counting racks

I pull up get money, I pull up get money, I pull up get loot

I got yo ho in the crib, and she blowing (Yeah, she blowing)

Yeah, but I'm blowing racks to (Blowing racks to)

We drawing an opp like a tattoo (Tattoo)

Yeah, I'm getting bands I had to (Had to)

I'm getting bands, I'm countin' it up

Yeah, I'm just countin' my funds

Yeah, I'm getting high as the sun (High as the sun)

You talkin' crazy get hit with a pump (Woah, woah)

I'm getting money, I'm countin' my funds

She loving me, but I don't fall in love (Don't fall in love)

Damn, I hit it 1, 2 (Okay)

I'm getting monеy what bout you

[Verse]

I got some bands, and I hop inna' coupe (Hop inna' coupe)

I'm in L.A, and I'm chillin' with Trucе

I feel like Pac cause I got the juice

I don't want the ho cause I know she nouse

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Hop in that coupe

You know ima park it in valet (Valet)

You know we chillin' in L.A (L.A)

You got no racks lil' nigga you bold (Bold)

No, I can't fall for the lies you told (No.no)

I'm getting backs don't know bout' y'all

Man, I've been ballin' so much, I'm starting to feel like prime Chris Paul (Prime Chris Paul)