Blu C Notes Video (MV)

Blue c notes we blow, we smoke
Bunch of blue faces, we laugh, we joke
All these blue faces start to think that we loc
But this ain't no gang, baby, this what we hope
This what we wish for, let the blue drip on it
A white Christmas for the D-Boys
You see cas, I got a key for them
Tell them that I need for them
Hit the highway, I-95
AC on, sweating my eyes wide
Pocket full of faces and the work wrapped in tape
F*ck the Federally , ATF and DEA
Put your trust in God, we ain't never going broke
If you're money color, let me see them blue notes
All the dope boys, wave your rollies in the sky
And if you're doing time, hold your head up high
I got a brother doing 20 in Cali, now was it worth it
We pose to be on Islands with models sitting back cozy
Popping Percocet and xani sipping on purple
Smoking sour, drinking bottles, my vision blurry
It got a nice tone to a bucky, it look like milk
I'm trying to get a line in them digits like Cousin Silk
Buddha took like 20 of them things that got him killed
But if you do it right, my nigga can see a mill
Have you ever seen a safe full of hundreds that look amazing
Bad bitch throwing it back, she black and Asian
And the blue mink im beasts, don't try to tame me
Grab the blue face, out the case, what the occasion
We about to celebrate with Sosa, he made it over
Who would've known 50 could fit in a Range Rover
He told me, see I need you right now, we about to go up
I still got 50 out there, I need a chauffeur
Hit the highway, I-95, AC on, sweating my eyes wide
Pocket full of faces and the work wrapping tape
F*ck the federally , ATF and DEA
Put your trust in God, we ain't never going broke
If your money color, let me see them blue notes
All the dope boys wave your rollies in the sky
And if you're doing time, hold your head up high
I just bought a blue coupe, inside butter
It remind me of that work from Columbia
I'm on the 8, baby, meet me on Columbia
You ain't hear me, bitch, meet me on Columbia
Cecil B-more, feed me Seymore
Who the f*ck this nigga is knocking at my door
I think the phone's being tapped, I'm paranoid
Can't be linking up with everybody, be the boys
Hit the highway, I-95, AC on, sweating my eyes wide
Pocket full of faces and the work wrapping tape
F*ck the federally , ATF and DEA
Put your trust in God, we ain't never going broke
If your money color, let me see them blue notes
All the dope boys wave your rollies in the sky
And if you're doing time, hold your head up high