Blue Cheese (feat. Baby Money & Crumbz)

作曲：LIL BABY

作词：LIL BABY

Why you worried about another ** boy that ** gay

And i ball like mike j my first off and get the cake

Chopper chopping in his face

Glock popping like it's davey

Block out like the navy

Young money call me baby

** you plug from the d to the bay

We all touch way

And send the cheese back the same motherfucking day

Tray eight keep the shells dumping like a lunch tray

He like peaches take a shot i put him on the front page

Killers gorillas trap is our habitat

He got thirties we got thirties

We can have a ladder match

And i know you ** **

But with that savage out the feds

Tryna stop our phone we twerking off the magic jacks

Thirty racks on them cheese

We eating chicken for blunts

Hesitate on ** because they call me too much

Say she love you got money but it just ain't enough

Dancing like a ** fiend that's when she on the block

Got racks and blue cheese we ain't chicken for bro

Hesitate no ** cause they come too much

Said you know you got money but it just ain't enough

Dancing like a ** fiend that's what's up on the block

** wanna call my pockets ** popping they guns

The plug for my soccer

Told them send me a ton with your team

Like the rock is just a daddy and son on the phone

When she runs

You about to gather these phones

You about to fly straight to

How he puts his nipping above

What's real ** in love

But now i'm keeping my **

Got this money on my own

Yeah these ** in hood

They asking ** the diamonds crashing

Get these ** in shrills

He dropping juice andpop a molly with that makeum a dub

I just sit back and laugh boy you ** so much

I'm about to double my money i'm about to double my cup

He drinking bubbly homie got me balling some cut

** talking k roll we roll with them in trunks

Put wax in our wood you turn kicks in them blunts

Thirty racks in blue cheese we ain't chicken for blunts

Hesitating on ** he couldn't come too much

She said she love you got money

But it just ain't enough

Dancing like a ** fin

That's what's going on the block

Thirty racks of blue cheese

We ain't chicken for brother

Entertain no **

You couldn't come too much

She said she got you got money

But it just ain't enough

Dancing like a ** thing that's what's wrong

The love