Blood Money (Feat. Brisco, Rick Ross & Birdman)
Brisco:
Ha! Yeah!
Triple C's, CMB, Poe Boy,
Boss what it is nigga?
Birdman what up?
The Goons speaking
How you love that pussy nigga?
Yeah Blood Money
The definition
I’m Clutching on my slippin in
The Way I’m Feeling Right Now
A Bitch Could get the Business
Just know my niggas squeeze on site
The only problem is we doin this every night
I told Ross
We gon show em how the Gutta do
All black skis
Black ones
And the Jumpsuit
Silde in the silder in and out night vision
Scopes on the AR
To hit em with precision
And did I mention this one here’s for the thugs
A little drugs but huh
We did it off of Blood Money
Marquis's and Crown Vics surround us
We runnin up on niggas
And jumpin up on counters
One time for my allies
I’m a poe boy that like my guns
Supersize
CMB what it is
I’m cookin up them keys
Rick Ross:
I’m countin Blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It’s drug money
It’s drug money
Drug Money
Ace Hood:
ACE HOOOOOD!
Okay we get it from a certain weight
Get it cause we servin yay
See the way we get the cake
Like every days a born day
Blood Money
And I’ma count it till they come for me
The feds hate it
They mistakin me for Blanco Buddy
I’m puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
I’m talkin crooked unidentified bags of it
I’m talkin yellow tape paper
Put the tags on it
You play with mine
Bet I turn you into crash dummies
Better not need heaters
I spit them shells like the beatles
I have my people go see you
I squash you out like a cheater nigga
I for that drug money
Underneath the rug money
My niggas love money
Yeah I’m talking Blood Money
Rick Ross:
I’m countin Blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
It’s drug money
It’s drug money
Drug Money
Rick Ross:
Hammers in the Hummers
Sticks in the lids
Sweets in the trunk
Streets gimmie sneers
Money comin fast
Blood comin slow
Who dem boys with the H
Feds wanna know
Gators on feet
Neighbors gon sleep
You dealin with a G
And the haters gon see Boss
I’m in the dealership
With a duffle bag
Couple Maseratis
Couple Hundred Stacks
Far from peaches and cream
Niggas deceased on the scene
I’m just countin my green
Chillin sippin’ my li
Keep investigatin
Cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on
Bitch cause we got em uhhhhh
Rick Ross:
I’m countin Blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It’s drug money
It’s drug money
Drug Money
Birdman:
Well I’m the mob chief
Givin orders
Callin all the shots out
Make a nigga understand
We Gangsters
We don’t play out
Came from under the sand
Lift my own weight up
Bought a house off the curb
Was patient so it paid up
No pleasure and pain homie
Just the price for the flight
Don’t get’cha head chopped
Fuckin with them five stripes
Eagle land it went south
Now we got the cake
Paper plate money
Every time I hitch a state
High on this pressure life
Famous from the mud
Got the game from some old heads
I took it up in Blood
Yeah the only price nigga
Is a price
A mill on some whips
A hundred on ya life
Rick Ross: I’m countin Blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain’t mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It’s drug money
It’s drug money
Drug Money
Birdman:
Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB nigga Poe boy
Yeah 100 yeah bitch Holla back
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