BLOOD MONEY/FETTY
I remember when they wasnt fuckin wit me
Got outta prison now they fuckin wit me
Niggas really mad cause I aint fuckin wit em
And imma keep trappin til they come and get me
Gotta watch yo friends love turn to envy
I cant fuck a bitch if she acting friendly
Hating ass niggas I know they wanna kill me
We could take this shit to trial I aint pleading guilty
Fuck the p.o. and fuck the judge
Them bitches gave me three years I aint even budge
My first day out the pin I was sipping mud
Her first time gettin this dick she done fell in love
Who wouldve ever thought sleep would get a plug
Im a felon on parole and im selling drugs
Now a nigga selling bricks I was selling dubs
I was on my ass and they aint give a fuck
That shit fucked wit me
Aint no trust in me
The plug love me
I got drug money
I put that on god wont take a slug from me
Put that shit on yo head and call it blood money
I was down bad they aint even help
Now im sellin ice shit dont even melt
Im deep in that water like im michael phelps
I turn one into two by my fuckin self
Plug called said its ready
Its been a minute since I been fuckin wit that fetty
I gotta stay away from niggas cause they petty
Im runnin red lights feel like tommy off of belly
1200 for my shoes aint no laces
The way that this money coming in its outrageous
I stayed down I went through the stages
I hit a home run I aint even touch the bases
You should see that look on they faces
Off white on me got me looking like im racist
I dont want yo bitch cause she basic
Word around town that these bitch niggas hate me
Imma keep gettin money til they take me
Dame got me higher than a bitch I think he laced me
Glock got a switch but aint no safety
Mixing up this wok wit this tris this shit tasty
I stay in the streets cause they raised me
I got a couple zips left that shit shakey
Buss it down to eighthys
Come and get a couple
I be running through this shit you be sittin on it
If you take em out the way you can get double
Aint got time for a bitch cause im gettin money
I aint ran from a nigga and never will
A whole brick of that dog it gimme chills
If this rap shit dont work im back to sellin pills
(If this rap shit dont work im back to sellin pills)
Got outta prison now they fuckin wit me
Niggas really mad cause I aint fuckin wit em
And imma keep trappin til they come and get me
Gotta watch yo friends love turn to envy
I cant fuck a bitch if she acting friendly
Hating ass niggas I know they wanna kill me
We could take this shit to trial I aint pleading guilty
Fuck the p.o. and fuck the judge
Them bitches gave me three years I aint even budge
My first day out the pin I was sipping mud
Her first time gettin this dick she done fell in love
Who wouldve ever thought sleep would get a plug
Im a felon on parole and im selling drugs
Now a nigga selling bricks I was selling dubs
I was on my ass and they aint give a fuck
That shit fucked wit me
Aint no trust in me
The plug love me
I got drug money
I put that on god wont take a slug from me
Put that shit on yo head and call it blood money
I was down bad they aint even help
Now im sellin ice shit dont even melt
Im deep in that water like im michael phelps
I turn one into two by my fuckin self
Plug called said its ready
Its been a minute since I been fuckin wit that fetty
I gotta stay away from niggas cause they petty
Im runnin red lights feel like tommy off of belly
1200 for my shoes aint no laces
The way that this money coming in its outrageous
I stayed down I went through the stages
I hit a home run I aint even touch the bases
You should see that look on they faces
Off white on me got me looking like im racist
I dont want yo bitch cause she basic
Word around town that these bitch niggas hate me
Imma keep gettin money til they take me
Dame got me higher than a bitch I think he laced me
Glock got a switch but aint no safety
Mixing up this wok wit this tris this shit tasty
I stay in the streets cause they raised me
I got a couple zips left that shit shakey
Buss it down to eighthys
Come and get a couple
I be running through this shit you be sittin on it
If you take em out the way you can get double
Aint got time for a bitch cause im gettin money
I aint ran from a nigga and never will
A whole brick of that dog it gimme chills
If this rap shit dont work im back to sellin pills
(If this rap shit dont work im back to sellin pills)
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Writer(s): Tyrell Isaiah Humphrey
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