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Blood Money (feat. Rick Ross, Brisco, Ace Hood)

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Ha yeah, Triple C CMB, nigga

Poe boy, boss what it is, nigga?

Birdman, what up?

The goons to be king

How you love that pussy, nigga?

Yeah, blood moneyThe definition

I'm clutchin' on my slippin' in

The way I'm feelin' right now

A bitch can get the businessJust know my niggas squeeze on side

The only problem is we doin' this head knock

I told Ross, we gon' show 'em how the gutta do

Yeah, all black skis black ones and the jumpsuitSlide in the slider, 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 dummy? A little drugs bunnyWe 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, I'm a poe boy, that like my guns super size

CMB what it is? I'm cookin' up them kidsI'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug moneyWe 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 moneyOkay, we gettin' from us servin' weight, get it 'cause we servin' gay

See the way we get the cake like every day's a borin' day

Blood money and I'ma count it till they come for me

The feds hate it, they mistakin' me for Blanco buddiesI'm puttin' blood, sweat and tears for this cash money

I'm talkin' crooked unidentified bags of it

I'm talkin' yellow table paper, put the tags on it

You play with mine bet I turn you into crash dummiesBetter 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 talkin' blood moneyI'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug moneyWe 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 moneyHammers in the hummers, sticks in the lids

Sweets in the trunk, streets gimme sneers

Money comin' fast, blood comin' slow

Who dem boys with the H? Feds wanna knowGators on thief, neighbors gon' sleep

You dealin' with a G and the haters gon' see, boss

I'm in the dealership with a duffle bag

Couple Mazaradihs, couple hundred stacksFar 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 a marI'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug moneyWe 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 moneyWell, 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 upNo 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 stateHigh 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 lifeI'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug moneyWe 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 moneyYeah, the big things, 100 big dog status

CMB nigga, poe boy yeah, 100 bitch

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