Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Cheese , by - 2 Chainz. Release date: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blue Cheese |
| 50,000 on me, I’m a walkin' lick |
| She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Blue cheese in my Off Whites |
| I’ve been drinkin' codeine all night |
| Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight |
| I don’t understand nothin' but them dollar signs |
| My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended |
| I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy |
| I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza |
| Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!) |
| I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies |
| Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine |
| Off with they head |
| Known to pull off and get head |
| Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin' the bed |
| I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh! |
| I am still gettin' this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh! |
| Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh! |
| I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH! |
| 50,000 on me, I’m a walkin' lick |
| She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Blue cheese in my Off Whites |
| I’ve been drinkin' codeine all night |
| Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight |
| I don’t understand nothin' but them dollar signs |
| Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids |
| 10 racks on me that’s mall money |
| I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it |
| Get on top, she act a dog with it |
| I’m on this drink need to slow down |
| Racks in back it won’t slow down |
| You had a sack but it’s gone now |
| Safari diamond, money long now |
| Better wake up, smell the coffee |
| Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me |
| You was my mans but you lost me |
| Poppin xans, I’m exhausted |
| Cookie smellin like a mosh pit |
| Pop a perk, kinda nauseous |
| 50 pointer, shit colossus |
| Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive |
| We go live, smoke this dope and ride |
| We too fly, bad bitches in the archive |
| Oh so high, money make me so high |
| 50,000 on me, I’m a walkin' lick |
| She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Blue cheese in my Off Whites |
| I’ve been drinkin' codeine all night |
| Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight |
| I don’t understand nothin' but them dollar signs |
| I’m havin blue cheese |
| And I’ma get it by any means |
| Flexing on niggas like Hercules |
| Fucking on bitches with double D’s |
| I met the plug, got 100 keys |
| Give me that block and I gotta seize |
| These niggas sick of me, wanna get rid of me |
| I’m at the top and they under me |
| I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag |
| Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads |
| Flex in my Off Whites with Benjamin Franklin |
| Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag |
| My life I’m livin it fast |
| One thing I cannot do is go out sad |
| They know me but don’t know my past |
| And if you know me you know I’m about my cash |
| The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash |
| The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin |
| it!) |
| Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I’m Taz |
| Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl car |
| Had to bring out that bag |
| 50,000 on me, I’m a walkin' lick |
| She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches |
| Blue cheese in my Off Whites |
| I’ve been drinkin' codeine all night |
| Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight |
| I don’t understand nothin' but them dollar signs |
| Blue cheese in my Off Whites |
| I’ve been drinkin' codeine all night |
| Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight |
| I don’t understand nothin' but them dollar signs |
| When you wake up in the morning |
| When you wake up in the morning |
| Blue cheese in my Off Whites |
| Blue cheese in my Off Whites |
| (Uhh, uhh) |
| Boy, my uncle 12 shawty |
| I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty |
| And he got suspended |
| 'Cause he smelled like weed when he got there |