Dave Hill, Eli Myles - Velour Sean John Lyrics

Green, pink, blue cheese
One shirt, that's two sleeves
I got it on me like it's fashion
Still count it up and rubber band it
Chains, whips, Bold Plates
Cold, cases, roses,aces
I number up before I stash it
Its counted up and rubberbanded
Send my location out in wassaname
Gotta keep it shhhh, can't tell my left about my other hand
Niggas pint size, high five, I got the upper-hand
Trap or die for valentines I got a couple in
Uhn, stretch it out inside my rubber band, hundred bands
Double wrapped around I'm tryna stuff it in
Pull a paper transfer and never see the bus again
Hustle pulled my pants up, I never gave a fuck again
Outside, who want smoke with us
Opp pack, got few more rolling up
The hoes here but a few more rolling up
They all straight but a few of em cold as fuck
Fourth quarter and we up by nine
Mental math, money on my mind
I only listen to gang when I come outside
Told her put some Diddy on like velour Sean John
Green, pink, blue cheese
One shirt, that's two sleeves
I got it on me like it's fashion
Still count it up and rubber band it
Chains, whips, Bold Plates
Cold, cases, roses,aces
I number up before I stash it
Its counted up and rubberbanded
My mama said son, where this money come from
No response, a product of my environment, aye
I gotta prove a point if I'm talking this fly shit
Cause all the haters and bad bitches on my dick
And your youngest son move like the oldest one, cup finna overrun
Anything that aint about the money get a shoulder shrug
Everybody that once hated and side switched, man
Fuck niggas, tryna stay positive
Dog, who want smoke with us
Whole click John Wick with a soulful touch
Zag team we forever with pros, you dumb
Did I, man you know how many hoes we fucked
Look, I'm everybody favorite on the low but I play so humble
Bitches tell me all the time you should take my number
Every time you see a nigga it's a Kodak Moment
Every time yo bitch see me bro that ain't yo woman
Fuck

Green, pink, blue cheese
One shirt, that's two sleeves
I got it on me like it's fashion
Still count it up and rubber band it
Chains, whips, Bold Plates
Cold, cases, roses,aces
I number up before I stash it
Its counted up and rubberbanded
Send my location out in wassaname
Gotta keep it shhhh, can't tell my left about my other hand
Niggas pint size, high five, I got the upper-hand
Trap or die for valentines I got a couple in
Uhn, stretch it out inside my rubber band, hundred bands
Double wrapped around I'm tryna stuff it in
Pull a paper transfer and never see the bus again
Hustle pulled my pants up, I never gave a fuck again
Outside, who want smoke with us
Opp pack, got few more rolling up
The hoes here but a few more rolling up
They all straight but a few of em cold as fuck
Fourth quarter and we up by nine
Mental math, money on my mind
I only listen to gang when I come outside
Told her put some Diddy on like velour Sean John
Green, pink, blue cheese
One shirt, that's two sleeves
I got it on me like it's fashion
Still count it up and rubber band it
Chains, whips, Bold Plates
Cold, cases, roses,aces
I number up before I stash it
Its counted up and rubberbanded
My mama said son, where this money come from
No response, a product of my environment, aye
I gotta prove a point if I'm talking this fly shit
Cause all the haters and bad bitches on my dick
And your youngest son move like the oldest one, cup finna overrun
Anything that aint about the money get a shoulder shrug
Everybody that once hated and side switched, man
Fuck niggas, tryna stay positive
Dog, who want smoke with us
Whole click John Wick with a soulful touch
Zag team we forever with pros, you dumb
Did I, man you know how many hoes we fucked
Look, I'm everybody favorite on the low but I play so humble
Bitches tell me all the time you should take my number
Every time you see a nigga it's a Kodak Moment
Every time yo bitch see me bro that ain't yo woman
Fuck