Red Presidents
Meyhem Lauren, Icerocks, Benny the Butcher
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IceRocks Blood on the money (Uh huh, uh huh) , we got Blood on the money (Uh huh, uh huh) We got blood on the money (yeah) For the love of the money I'm Willing to shoot or get shot And make it home with the blood on the money (Got that bag, nigga) Blood on the money, we got blood on the money We got blood on the money (It's gon' hurt you) For the love of the money I'm Willing to shoot or get shot And make it home with the blood on the money We got blood on the money (Yo, look) I'm talking business having deep discussions This gamе come with consequencеs Repercussions i fed my family off a Brick and illegal hustles (yeah) 'Cause they haters get a kick Off of seein' you struggle (I can tell) They say it in they songs But they ain't livin' it (They ain't livin' it) I got a broad in every state I ever visited (Every state I ever visited) The coupe small Got me bendin' down to fit in it (Uh, huh) And life's a bitch, once she Leave, ain't no rekindlin', nah White blocks on the white table (White table) Drinkin' white label, nigga And I ain't talkin' white Legos A bullet to your head quite fatal (Brrt) Get your money and mind you motherfuckin' Business and it might save you You know this rap shit was life-saving (It was) i couldn't take it E'ry night I heard gunshots and dice shaking I met a plug in the feds on some white cases And I heard you met your Plug in the white pages (Rah) We got blood on the money We got blood on the money For the love of the money I'm Willing to shoot or get shot And make it home with the blood on the money Blood on the money, we got blood on the money We got blood on the money For the love of the money I'm Willing to shoot or get shot And make it home with the blood on the money We got blood on the money Oh, you know, got my beard speakin' Moroccan I ain't in the spot unless Niggas lettin' the block in I need thirty-five comps, forty-five buckets Eight trays of wings, half bones Half nuggets Son, my niggas chillin' in a literal sense Lookin' frigid, never timid Plus the grill is intense Better believe that Get shot above your kneecap If we forced to put on a Mask like it's a CPAP I take Pellegrino over Patrón By myself gettin' money, I be sober alone Such a scholarly champion, take my advice Become your own connect and get Work half the price you work half your life Better do it for yourself I ain't tryna make no Fortune for someone else, uh I don't wanna grow up, I been famous A big baby settin' up shop like Glen Davis Uh We got blood on the money We got blood on the money For the love of the money I'm Willing to shoot or get shot And make it home with the blood on the money Blood on the money, we got blood on the money We got blood on the money For the love of the money I'm Willing to shoot or get shot And make it home with the blood on the money We got blood on the money Yeah, yeah, you know them you know them Beats that cry to you shout out Icerocks That's one of them fuckin' beats That cry to you
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Written by: CHARLES STALLMAN, JAMES RENCHER, JEREMIE SCORPIO PENNICK
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