Blue Hunnids Lyrics

Slidin round the city

Lil pretty bitch in my two seater

My outfit by Ricky, my chain out the freezer

My fragrance Byredo, Im selling like reefer

They ain't having motion they follow the leader

Tipping the strippers eating chicken at Cheetah

Marni my slippers hope I don't see PETA

Money plus motion you know what that equal

Lets do the math

My necklace and pendant been taking a bath

Hitting in the dark aint no need for the flash

Yeah if these niggas drip then I splash

No better feeling then thumbing that cash yea

Im tryna count up some new money daily

Aint stepping foot on that stage til they pay me

Im having so many racks gotta hold them in both of my arms like I'm rocking a baby

No better felling then thumbing that money

Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds

I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach

Like damn he still popping it

Hate that im having and im having confidence

Aint a flyer nigga on this continent

Yea they hate it but they can't stop watching it

Playing with that paper its never the opposite yea

No better felling then thumbing that money

Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds

I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach

Like damn that boy still having motion

Pockets full of that bread and my toaster

I been staying down and staying focused

Stack them racks up until I can't fold it

Oh they hating on me I aint even notice

Cuz I just thumbed through a lil twenty ball

Remember when I was the underdog

Ima pick up whenever that money call

I made them racks do a summersault

Flyer then a bitch, putting on that shit

Ima round trip you a one way

And before I get into my fit

My diamonds hitting in this bitch like Gervonta

In the Roc Nation brunch got my loafers from Prada

But I got the suit from Givenchy

Bitch im big pimping like Bun-B

And my trap jumping like bungee

I been popping my shit since my birth

Prolly the freshest nigga on this earth, facts

The way I been sliding in that cat

I'll prolly make a SRT squirt yea

No better felling then thumbing that money

Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds

I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach

Like damn he still popping it

Hate that im having and im having confidence

Aint a flyer nigga on this continent

Yea they hate it but they can't stop watching it

Playing with that paper its never the opposite yea

No better felling then thumbing that money

Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds

I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach

Like damn that boy still having motion

Pockets full of that bread and my toaster

I been staying down and staying focused

Stack them racks up until I can't fold it

Oh they hating on me I aint even notice