Lyrics:
Arabian wind the needle's eye is thin
The Ships of State sail on mirage
And drown in sand out in No man's Land
Where Allah does command
What good is spilling blood?It will not
Grow a thing taste eternity
The swords sings Blues for Allah
In'sh Allah
They lie where they fall
There's nothing more to say
The desert stars are bright tonight
Let's meet as friends the Flower of Islam
The Fruit of Abraham
The thousand stories have
Come 'round to one again arabian night
Our gods pursue their fight
What fatal flowers of darkness spring from
Seeds of light bird of paradise - Fly
In white sky blues for Allah
In'sh'Allah
Let's see with our heart
These things our eyes have seen
And know the truth must still lie
Somewhere in between under eternity
Under eternity under eternity
Blue bird of paradise
Fly in white sky
Under eternity blues
For Allah in'sh'Allah
They gave lil' Trotty 25 for them thangs, nigga
They walk up on you, get down and say your prayers, nigga
They walk up on you, get down and say your prayers, nigga
(Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro)
Yeah, we've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washin' money, all day
I heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood hot
We've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washin' money, all day
Heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood hot
It got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up
28 grams, I serve it on the porch
I just seent them narcs, they ran off in my house
The homicide unit coming to the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some drank, say "Fuck my problems"
My hood, they treat me like I'm El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I'm Ralo
I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
And I'm fresh as hell, bitch, Easter day
All my ghetto tactics, I'm above average
I've been so in tune, man I've been so ambitious
Grab another Fanta, let me fill it up
If they ain't make the channel, you ain't built like us
The federales fuckin' with my nigga Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
I feel I'm walkin' through Hell
I swear to God I'll never tell
They try to give a nigga the chair
I tell my mama, "Wish me well"
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got girl on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it
I know the devil is real, I know the devil is real
I take a dose of them pills and I get real low in the field
I'll fly to LA today, and I live so high in the Hills
I share the mansion with goonies, I shared the bitch with a goonie
I took the MAC in Bal Harbor, niggas ain't slippin', we got 'em
I took the pack out to Paris, me and that money got married
Me and the molly got married
Devoted in everything, my niggas mean everything
We're 5 deep inside a Chevy
Yeah, we tryna go get it
Ask me, do I know how to whip it
Yeah, fuck the witness
It got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up
She put me off and it was ugly
I made a million dollars, say she love me
The way she did me, it destroyed me
I kept it real with lil' shorty
I've been goin' bar for bar
These niggas know what's poppin' with me
I can go from car to car, these bitches quarter million at least
Two thousand for the shoes, I keep some shit on my feet
I'm prolly in the mood to fuck your bitch on the beach
I dropped out of school and I get money like Meech
Send a junkie, send a driver just to get somethin' to eat
You see how things change?
They gave lil' Trotty 25 for them thangs, nigga
They walk up on you, get down and say your prayers, nigga
They walk up on you, get down and say your prayers, nigga
(Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro)
Yeah, we've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washin' money, all day
I heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood hot
We've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washin' money, all day
Heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood hot
It got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up
28 grams, I serve it on the porch
I just seent them narcs, they ran off in my house
The homicide unit coming to the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some drank, say "Fuck my problems"
My hood, they treat me like I'm El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I'm Ralo
I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
And I'm fresh as hell, bitch, Easter day
All my ghetto tactics, I'm above average
I've been so in tune, man I've been so ambitious
Grab another Fanta, let me fill it up
If they ain't make the channel, you ain't built like us
The federales fuckin' with my nigga Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
I feel I'm walkin' through Hell
I swear to God I'll never tell
They try to give a nigga the chair
I tell my mama, "Wish me well"
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got girl on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it
I know the devil is real, I know the devil is real
I take a dose of them pills and I get real low in the field
I'll fly to LA today, and I live so high in the Hills
I share the mansion with goonies, I shared the bitch with a goonie
I took the MAC in Bal Harbor, niggas ain't slippin', we got 'em
I took the pack out to Paris, me and that money got married
Me and the molly got married
Devoted in everything, my niggas mean everything
We're 5 deep inside a Chevy
Yeah, we tryna go get it
Ask me, do I know how to whip it
Yeah, fuck the witness
It got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up
She put me off and it was ugly
I made a million dollars, say she love me
The way she did me, it destroyed me
I kept it real with lil' shorty
I've been goin' bar for bar
These niggas know what's poppin' with me
I can go from car to car, these bitches quarter million at least
Two thousand for the shoes, I keep some shit on my feet
I'm prolly in the mood to fuck your bitch on the beach
I dropped out of school and I get money like Meech
Send a junkie, send a driver just to get somethin' to eat
You see how things change?
Clap your hands
Uh, let's start the show
C'mon, c'mon
Say one, two, three, four
Revolutionary gangster, the will to kill
Everything up, my roots is steel
Do it big time, march through the desert and shine
Let the C's live free while we open the minds
Of every black man, white man, no color, my writing hand
Is like dynamite, I fight for land
Blood stains yo, gettin' money affect the plan
We travel to Beijing and end up in Japan
Hoods everywhere, bring the goods and gear
And teach them how to hold mics and grow them beards
Then stop, check my brothers and my sisters in Africa
We know that's theirs, yes, we been actin' up
Bush fucked the world up, and left our soldiers
Out in Iraq, bless them with roses
Foes try to approach, we roast them goats
We terrorize the city while forgettin' the quotes
Say oh!
Oh, wait, you got amnesia
It was my season for battle wounds
Battle scars, body bumped, bruised
Stabbed in the back, brimstone, fire jumping through
Still, all my life, I got money and power
And you gotta live with the bad blood now
Oh, it's so sad to
Think about the good times
You and I
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
Now we've got problems
And I don't think we can solve 'em
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
Band-aids don't fix bullet holes
You say sorry just for show
If you live like that, you live with ghosts
(You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go)
Band-aids don't fix bullet holes
You say sorry just for show
If you live like that, you live with ghosts (mm)
If you love like that, blood runs cold
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey) (bad blood)
Now we've got problems
And I don't think we can solve 'em (think we can solve 'em)
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood
('Cause now we've got bad blood) 'cause, baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done (look what you've done)
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
Now we've got problems
And I don't think we can solve 'em
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
A double secret agent
And he was paid to kill
With cold steel magnum force is how the man possessed the skill
He shot a man in Paris
He did a job in L.A.
And if the price was right, he'd surely
Take your life away
[Chorus:]
Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money, money
Assault, homicide, blood for
Money, money, money, money
Wanted
He drove a Maserati, lived up in the hills
A cat with nine lives that's gone
Too far to feel the chill
He never though it'd happen
It was his last mistake
Cause he was gunned down by a
Heartless woman's thirty eight.
Oh, wait, you got amnesia
It was my season for battle wounds
Battle scars, body bumped, bruised
Stabbed in the back, brimstone, fire jumping through
Still, all my life, I got money and power
And you gotta live with the bad blood now
Oh, it's so sad to
Think about the good times
You and I
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
Now we've got problems
And I don't think we can solve 'em
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
Band-aids don't fix bullet holes
You say sorry just for show
If you live like that, you live with ghosts
(You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go)
Band-aids don't fix bullet holes
You say sorry just for show
If you live like that, you live with ghosts
If you love like that, blood runs cold
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
Now we've got problems
And I don't think we can solve 'em (think we can solve 'em)
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done (look what you've done)
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
Now we've got problems
And I don't think we can solve 'em
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood (hey)
A double secret agent
And he was paid to kill
With cold steel magnum force is
How the man possessed the skill
He shot a man in Paris
He did a job in L.A.
And if the price was right, he'd surely
Take your life away
Wanted, wanted
[Chorus]
Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money, money
Assault, homicide, blood for
Money, money, money, money
Wanted
He drove a Maserati, lived up in the hills
A cat with nine lives that's gone
Too far to feel the chill
He never though it'd happen
It was his last mistake
'Cause he was gunned down by a
Heartless woman's 38.
I don't know much but I know what I feel
There's too many people fighting, tied to the wheel
I don't know much but I know what i see
There's too many people crying washed out to sea
And there's much more we can say
And there's much more we can do
And there's much more we can learn
Generations of love
I don't know you but you know what I am
Hey I don't need redemption or no government plan
No big AIDS sensation no 28 clause
The end of aparteid no message of war
The jew and the gentile, the black and the gay
The lost and the futile, they've all got something to say
The african nation, the sword of Islam
The rebels in china, the sikhs and the tams
The house of our father, the volumes of guilt
The luck of the Irish,the blood that we've spilt
The angels and martyrs, the lovers and saints
The sisters of mercy, the brothers of pain
I don't never feel pain, 'cause I done felt too much pain
Money goin' in the rain, blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing
Get money, gold chains
I don't never feel pain, 'cause I done felt too much pain
Standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins
I ain't never did a thing
Getting money, rocking chains
You'll never feel the same, We the?
Summer went away, still the yearning stays
I play it cool with the best of them
I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me
It's okay, we're the best of friends
Anyway
I hear it in your voice, you're smokin' with your boys
I touch my phone as if it's your face
I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out
There's just one who could make me stay
All my days
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I waited ages to see you there
I searched the party of better bodies
Just to learn that you never cared
You're on your own, kid
You always have been
I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May
I picked the petals, he loves me not
Something different bloomed, writing in my room
I play my songs in the parking lot
I'll run away
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I called a taxi to take me there
I searched the party of better bodies
Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare
You're on your own, kid
You always have been
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this
I hosted parties and starved my body
Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss
The jokes weren't funny, I took the money
My friends from home don't know what to say
I looked around in a blood-soaked gown
And I saw something they can't take away
'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Everything you lose is a step you take
So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it
You've got no reason to be afraid
You're on your own, kid
Yeah, you can face this
You're on your own, kid
You always have been
Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you
They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you
They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver
They paid you some money to sell them my blood
But you say this ain't about me, this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've got to cause you can't walk away
I wonder what would have happened
If you were the killer
And I was the hero
Would things be the same
Or would I have traded
Your life for my own life
Would I have paid
Your debts in your place
But this ain't about me, this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've got to cause you can't walk away
Blood money
That's what I call it
'Cause money for blood ain't no fair exchange
Blood money
Bought and then sold you
But your conscience is all you can take to your grave
Woke up this morning, feeling blue
Seen a good-lookin' girl, can I make love with you
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe,
I don't care what in the world you do
I went back home, put on my tie
Gonna get that girl that money that money will buy
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe
I don't care what in the world you do
She looked at me, begin to smile
Said, hey, hey, man, can't you wait a little while
No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you,
No, no, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
Got blood in my eyes for you, babe
I don't care what in the world you do
No, no, ma'ma, I can't wait
You got my money, now you're trying to break this date
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe
I don't care what in the world you do
I tell you something, tell you the facts
You don't want me, give my money back
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
Hey, hey, babe, I got blood in my eyes for you
I got blood in my eyes for you, babe
I don't care what in the world you do
Let me put the head in
Ooh, I don't want more than that
Girl, I respect the cat
I promise just a touch
Let me put the head in
"It's okay," she said, "It's okay"
Yeah, I need everybody's motherfuckin' hands up right now
I need everybody's motherfuckin'
Door and his Nike Air Rattles
Rush the fire exit, no time for battles
Well I, I never expected
This that new, new shit
Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up
Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up
Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch
Don't go to work today, cop you a fit
Or maybe some kicks and make you
Door in his Nike Air Rattles
Rush the fire exit, no time for battles
Well I, I never expected
Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up
Watch you a comedy-
Hol' up
Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up
Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up
Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch, don't go to work today
Cop you a fit or maybe some kicks and make it work today
Hang with your homies, stunt on your baby mama
Sip some lean, go get a pistol, shoot out the window
Bet your favorite team, play you some Madden
Go to the club, or your mama house
Whatever you doin' just make it count
I need some water
Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up
Hop in the shower, put on your makeup, lace your weave up
Touchin' yourself, call up your nigga, tell him he ain't shit
Credit card scam, get you a Visa, make him pay your rent
Hop on the 'gram, flex on the bitches that be hatin' on you
Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have 'em waitin' on you
Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce
It's whatever, just make it count
I need some water
Somethin' came over me
Way too high to simmer down
Might as well overheat
Too close to comfort
As blood rush my favorite vein
Heart beat racin' like a junkie's
I just need you to want me
Am I askin' too much?
We are rivals in the riot inside us
Huh uh, come on, honey
Lying in a bed of blood and money
Huh uh, what's so funny?
You're working in bars
Riding in cars
Never gonna give it for free
Your apartment with a view
On the finest avenue
Looking at your beat on the street
You're always pushing, shoving
Satisfied with nothing
You bitch, you must be getting old
So stop your love on the road
All your digging for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, I wonder
Honey, whaddya do for money
Honey, whaddya do for money
Where you get your kicks
You're loving on the take
And you're always on the make
Squeezing all the blood out of men
They're all standing in a queue
Just to spend the night with you
It's business as usual again
You're always grabbin', stabbin'
Trying to get it back in
But girl you must be getting slow
So stop your love on the road
All your digging for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, yes I wonder
Honey, whaddya do for money
Honey, whaddya do for money
Yeah, whaddya do for money honey, how you get your kicks
Whaddya do for money honey, how you get your licks
Go
Yeow
Honey, whaddya do for money
I said, Honey, whaddya do for money
Oh ho honey
Oh honey
Whaddya do for money
What you gonna do
Honey
Oh yeah honey
Whaddya do for money
What you gonna do
Oh, what you gonna do
I'm cookin' up them kids
I'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 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
Okay, 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 buddies
I'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 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 talkin' blood money
I'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 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
Hammers 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?
I'm cookin' up them kids
I'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 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
Okay, 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 buddies
I'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 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 talkin' blood money
I'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 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
Hammers 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?
You're working in bars
Riding in cars
Never gonna give it for free
Your apartment with a view
On the finest avenue
Looking at your beat on the street
You're always pushing, shoving
Satisfied with nothing
You bitch, you must be getting old
So stop your love on the road
All your digging for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, I wonder
Honey, whaddya do for money
Honey, whaddya do for money
Where you get your kicks
You're loving on the take
And you're always on the make
Squeezing all the blood out of men
They're all standing in a queue
Just to spend the night with you
It's business as usual again
You're always grabbin', stabbin'
Trying to get it back in
But girl you must be getting slow
So stop your love on the road
All your digging for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, yes I wonder
Honey, whaddya do for money
Honey, whaddya do for money
Yeah, whaddya do for money honey, how you get your kicks
Whaddya do for money honey, how you get your licks
Go
Yeow
Honey, whaddya do for money
I said, Honey, whaddya do for money
Oh ho honey
Oh honey
Whaddya do for money
What you gonna do
Honey
Oh yeah honey
Whaddya do for money
What you gonna do
Oh, what you gonna do
So, all you scared to death negroes
Just sit down
Don't you come out to defend our enemy
You sit down and you shut up and tell your
Master to come on out and deal with this
Next time they bring up the Gods, you gon' respect us
That lil' vest ain't gonna do you, I shoot from neck up
I ain't even tryna hold you Magnolia Slim
I'm a soldier from that mode, I'm the ghost of him
From the era of police stretcher, no cameras catch him
Drop you off in a rival hood, you rather be arrested
If you didn't have no straps you couldn't wear your necklace
Niggas hand around your throat, that's a choker reference
My ancestors took old food made soul food
Jim Crowe's a trope too, he stole his own music
That's the blood that goes through me, so you assumin'
I could never sell my soul, they sold they soul to me
Peaceful teachings of Rumi, but don't confuse me
You mouth off for the cameras I'll make a silent movie
Now here's some jury
No civilization has conquered from the outside until they destroy themselves from within
Pen, put a pin in that, will come back when I fled
You can't talk like I talk 'cause you ain't been where I been, young
If it come from me and Hov, consider it Quran
If it come from any of those, consider it Harām
The minaret that Jigga built beyond the dome of the Roc
Was crafted, so beautifully, consider this Saddam
From a hard place and a rock to the Roc Nation of Islam
I emerged on the wave that Tidal made to drop bombs
I came to bang with the scholars
And I bet you a Rothschild I get a bang for my dollar
The synagogue of Satan want me to hang by my collar
But all praise due to Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala
I put on for my nation like I'm King T'Challa
Crushing the oyinbo that try to bring wahala
You want it, I got it
Don't make me have to blast this rocket, uh
Jay Electricity
The thing you need like a hole in his head is publicity
Go shine like a Christmas tree
Verily, verily, I tread through like merrily
Giving all thanks to God for this universal therapy
Think of things I said that you hated then
Empirical facts that can't be debated now
Things you say today, I was sayin' then
Tell us who your favorite now
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 fuck everybody and fuck 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)
(Ayy, what you do, nigga?)
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
This track different now they nod this the genesis
Young money murderers, we killin' shit
Forever
Toronto, Drizzy, get 'em
Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nothin' you would think I'm playin' Tetris
Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit
Swear the beats they give me got a mu'fuckin' death wish
Yeah, tell me who controls kings
I don't follow rules, stupid old things
I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings
My team deserves some muthafuckin' supa'bowl rings
Young Money
(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)
I'm so in this bitch, C-E-O in this bitch
Lil' Weezy stand tall, Tippy-toe in this bitch
Blood gang muthafucka' da da doe in this bitch
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch
In the body of the World, money is the blood
And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank
Uh making deposits till I fucking faint
New Orleans, nigga how 'bout them fucking saints
Its tight on our end call that Bubba Franks
Matter fact its too tight add a couple links
I'm the bars-tender you a women drink
Yeah its young money but the money ain't
Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty
Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic
Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas
And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage
Uh
It's Young Mula baby
This track different now they nod this the genesis,
Young money murderers, we killin' shit,
Forever
Toronto, Drizzy, get 'em
Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nothin' you would think I'm playin' Tetris,
Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit,
Swear the beats they give me got a mu'fuckin' death wish,
Yeah, tell me who controls kings,
I don't follow rules, stupid old things,
I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings,
My team deserves some muthafuckin' supa'bowl rings,
Young Money
(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)
I'm so in this bitch, C-E-O in this bitch,
Lil' Weezy stand tall, Tippy-toe in this bitch
Blood gang muthafucka' da da doe in this bitch,
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch,
In the body of the World, money is the blood,
And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank,
Uh making deposits till I fucking faint,
New Orleans, nigga how 'bout them fucking saints,
Its tight on our end call that Bubba Franks,
Matter fact its too tight add a couple links,
I'm the bars-tender you a women drink,
Yeah its young money but the money ain't,
Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty,
Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic,
Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas,
And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage,
Uh
It's young mula baby
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