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True Colors Songtext

I′m Fyne
Save me
I'm Fyne

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 jus 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 comin out ya mouth like that Bitch
I just want the money


It's funny how the niggas around ya
Wasnt 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
Thats why I move in silence like the C in front of Chanukah
Do this for my niggas cuz we comin Up
You do it for hoes that be showing Their buttholes up on Tumblr
Disgusting, don't need her cuz da Bitch bluffin
Faker than a ID that came from Mclovin
Labels try to play the 50 for a quick 100
I just tell em suck my dick n keep it Keep it comin
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 rappin
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 hittin
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 jus 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 comin out ya mouth like that Bitch
I just want the money


Niggas wanna talk about life
You ain′t really talkin 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 flyin 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, bein Bored, hittin a buck forty on police
Coast to coast, doin shows, hittin Hoes every night
So much head that Ya shoulders on strike
Enemies Chief Keef, somethin that I Don't like
Keep the 12 minus 3 even on my long flights, round here
You get caught slippin, that′s it
Rather be judged by 12 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 thats 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 trippin, 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 droppin 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

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