True Colors ft. T-Kade Lyrics

People look at me and they see dollar Signs

All I see is this dream and this child of Mine

I just wanted to to create something

And all they wanna do is take from Me

They just fake and phoney, don't Throw dirt on my name if you used To moan it

It took a long while for me to make it Out the struggle

But now that niggas wanna show Their true colors

I'm like fuck it Bitch I just want the money

True colors

I just want the money

I just want the money I just want the Money

If it ain't about the green, then you Can exit stage left, cuz this the end of This scene yea

I just I just want the money, true colors

I just I just want the money, I just Want the money I just want the Money

If we don't even rock like that don't Be coming out ya mouth like that Bitch

I just want the money

It's funny how the niggas around ya

Wasn't there when you couldn't Afford a quarter pounder

Fair to say you niggas is fishier then Flounder

Blood thicker than water, but both of Them hoes'll drown ya

Moral of the story, I don't trust none Of ya

That's why I move in silence like the C in front of Chanukah

Do this for my niggas cuz we coming Up

You do it for hoes that be showing Their buttholes up on Tumblr

Disgusting, don't need her cuz da Bitch bluffing

Faker than a ID that came from Mclovin

Labels try to play the fifty for a quick one hundred

I just tell em suck my dick n keep it Keep it coming

Abominable bars brought to you by Phenomenal flaws

Michael Jackson thriller flow off the Wall

I'm appalled cuz all y'all thought I Was gone when I was really too busy

Taking kings out with pawns

So check dis ain't shit that you can Tell me

And I'm so gassed up that NASA hit Me on the cell and said they smell Me

I don't really think I need a deal, I'd Just rather keep it real fuck how

These people feel, they lie they steal They cheat for real

Friends turn to enemies cuz of the Shit I'm rapping

How you cut from a different cloth My nigga you a you a napkin

So many people wanna see me fucked Over

I just put the shit to the side, gu gu gu Gun holster

This is my life, I write it, I lived it you Didn't

Who made you the wiz of what is or what isn't

I'm living off love and the strength of A vision from dank that I'm hitting

It's me over everybody else ss I'm On To the next chapter

They say that respect, is something That you earn over time

But money Make it come a lot faster, I need a lot Bastard

People look at me and they see dollar Signs

All I see i my dream and this child of Mine

I just wanted to to create something

And all they wanna do is take from Me

They just fake and phoney, don't Throw dirt on my name if you used To moan it

It took a long while for me to make it Out the struggle

But now that niggas wanna show Their true colors

I'm like fuck it Bitch I just want the money

True colors

I just want the money

I just want the money I just want the Money

If it ain't about the green, then you Can exit stage left, cuz this the end of This scene yea

I just I just want the money, true colors

I just I just want the money, I just Want the money I just want the Money

If we don't even rock like that don't Be coming out ya mouth like that Bitch

I just want the money

Niggas wanna talk about life

You ain't really talking bout nothing Less you talkin bout a check

Ever since I took the rear sights and Replaced it with a infrared beam

I Been whylin' for respect

So you can either salute me or shoot Me

Stop the stop the violence DEEZ NUTS, I'd gun a nigga down out his Newbies

Give a flying fuck about a groupie

The Last thing you gonna do before I Leave this earth is try to use me

So don't even confuse me whit, them Lame ass niggas that you be whit

Already know what I'm about man

Getting this money and keeping it The square root of a thousand

So what you know about life, being Bored, hitting a buck forty on police

Coast to coast, doing shows, hitting Hoes every night

So much head that Ya shoulders on strike

Enemies Chief Keef, something that I Don't like

Keep the twelve minus three even on my long flights, round here

You get caught slipping, that's it

Rather be judged by twelve than carried Out by 6 and I'm used to this

If y'all got a problem I go something Inside my mag that go deeper than Scuba kits

And that's Ludacris

Just like you don't need 6 utters and a Tail to be stupid Bitch

Hoes want me to love em and miss Em, I fill em out like prescriptions

They say you tripping, like a white Girl with no rhythm

I simply have No fucks to give them for real man I Swear

I been whylin' for a while now, Woohsah I need to calm down

Bodies dropping like flies round here Bruh

Wonder why I keep a engineer up in My crib cuz

People look at me and they see dollar signs