Blood All On It
Young Dolph, Key Glock, Gucci Mane
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(Let the band play) Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh Okay Ayy Cash out if I want it (for real, though) The money got blood all on it (for real, though) The money got blood all on it, yeah The money got blood all on it (for real, though) Bad bitches with me only (for real, though) The nigga wanna be me, don't it? But the money got blood all on it Yeah, the money got blood all on it (hey) My young niggas ready to shoot (damn) 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (damn) He said, it's f*ck everybody and f*ck everything He got somethin' to prove (damn) In the trenches pullin' moves (got 'em) A hundred racks in blues In a shoebox, hell nah, them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes (racks) (Ayy, what you do, nigga?) Took the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (switch it up) Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear) She look like God sent her from Heaven, but she fine as hell (bad) I'm sendin' strong to five states, mane, I just broke my scale Lil cous' just caught a murder charge and I just post his bail (yeah) Doing donuts in a 'Rari, I'm a major player (skrrt) Send bags to the hood and to the opps, I sent some shells Never talk on the phone and never leave a paper trail Super bad bitch with a body like Buffy (whoa) Went to see my jeweler, spent a million like it's nothin' (a million) I got on too much ice, she caught the flu when she f*ck me (uh) Plain Jane Richard Mille, I told my jeweler, "bust it" Cash out if I want it (for real, though) The money got blood all on it (for real, though) The money got blood all on it, yeah The money got blood all on it (for real, though) Bad bitch with me only (for real, though) These niggas wanna be me, don't it? But the money got blood all on it Yeah, the money got blood all on it (hey) My young niggas ready to shoot (damn) 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (damn) He said, it's f*ck everybody and f*ck everything He got somethin' to prove (damn) (f*ck 'em) In the trenches, pullin' moves (got 'em) A hundred racks in blues (racks) In a shoebox, hell nah, them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes (racks) At a top, where it get real lonely Just might put a dub on homie New Phantom with the Forgis on it (Forgis) And the paint got blood all on it (ah) These niggas ain't eatin', they starvin' (nah) I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney These suckas do nothing but clout-chase These boys just some one-trick ponies (pussies) Man, this rap game so damn phony These niggas a bunch of Jabronies Everything you got, they want it That's why I'm still up on it Just told my hitter, he on it Nigga better break fast like Shawnee's And I got my bag like Tony These niggas wanna clone me, don't it? (Huh) I went from ridin' in a V12, switched it up and now my motor electric I stacked up way more millions than haters expected You gotta shoot for your respect That's how you send a message (paow, paow) You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family protected (it's Gucci) Cash out when I wanna, yeah These bitches know how I'm comin', yeah (ah) These niggas know how I'm comin', yeah The bitches know how I'm comin' (Why they call you Tony?) 'Cause I pop shit by my lonely Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah Money got blood all on it (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm the one, not the two (two) I turn a one to a two (two) I'm havin' racks, yeah, I got the bag, yeah I put the bag on you, you I put the bag on you too Inside my Hellcat ragu I'm goin' nuts, I keep me a tool They like this young nigga a loose screw Yeah (Draco) Took the doors off my McLaren, put it on my Urus, ayy Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these niggas weird, ayy They done pissed me off, it's codeine all up in my urine, ayy When it come to shootin' shit, my jumper be the purest Cash out if I want it (bitch, for real, though) The money got blood all on it (yeah, for real, though) The money got blood all on it, yeah The money got blood all on it (for real, though) Bad bitches with me only (for real, though) These niggas wanna be me, don't it? (Huh) But the money got blood all on it Yeah, the money got blood all on it (yeah, yeah) My young niggas ready to shoot (damn) 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (damn) He said, it's f*ck everybody and f*ck everything He got somethin' to prove (damn) In the trenches pullin' moves (got 'em) A hundred racks in blues (franks) In a shoebox, hell nah, them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes (racks)
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Written by: Radric Davis, Adolph Thornton, Markeyvius Cathey
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