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"Blood Money" lyrics |
 Brisco:
ha Yeah Triple c CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga? Birdman what up The Goons to be king How u love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money
The definition
Im Clutching on my slippin in
The Way Im Feeling Right Now
A Bitch Could get the Business
Just know my niggas squeeze on side
Only problem is we doin this head knock
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 heres for the thugs dummy
A little drugs bunny
We did it off of Blood Money
More pieces of crown Vic surround us
We runnin up on niggas
They jumpin off of counters
One time for my allies
Im a poe boy that like my guns
Supersize
CMB what it is
Im cookin up them kids
Rick Ross:
Im countin Blood Money
Aint mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Aint 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
Its drug money
Its drug money
Drug Money
Ace Hood:
Okay we getting from us servin weight
Get it cause we servin ye
See the way we get the cake
Like every days a boring gay
Blood Money
And Ima count it till they come for me
The feds hate it
They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies
Im puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
Im talkin crooked unidentified bags of it
Im talkin yellow table 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 Im talking Blood Money
Rick Ross:
Im countin Blood Money
Aint mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Aint 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
Its drug money
Its 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 theif
Neighbors gon sleep
You dealin with a G
And the haters gon see Boss
Im in the dealership
With a duffle bag
Couple Mazaradihs
Couple Hundred Stacks
Far from peaches and cream
Niggas deceased on the scene
Im just countin my green
Chillin sippin my li
Keep investigatin
Cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on
Bitch cause we got a mar
Rick Ross:
Im countin Blood Money
Aint mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Aint 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
Its drug money
Its drug money
Drug Money
Birdman:
Well Im the mob chief
Givin orders
Callin all the shots out
Make a nigga understand
We Gangsters
We dont 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
Dont getcha 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: Im countin Blood Money
Aint mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Aint 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
Its drug money
Its 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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Thanks to Veinik for these lyrics.
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