Blood Money

KateGang
Dreski

Trap going crazy, 24/7 like the waffle house
Proceed with caution if you run up on us we got choppers out
You a broke boy
Type to always have yo hand out
Ima stand out, make yo bitch wanna pull her pants down
Same Nike tech for a week straight but I made a bag in it
Out in Cali, bro say cop the scat I did the dash in it
Niggas really be pressed over hoes like we ain't had bitches
Left so many holes thru the Nigga swear we had switches
Get rich or die trying hustlers ambition
Draco shells big as hell knock out yo transmission
Niggas die they get to pointing fingers they get to fishing
Dior runners on my feet bitch it cost to kick it
Moncler windbreaker spent 12 hunnid on it just to block the wind
We don't hang around no pussy niggas this a lions
Know they tired of seeing me on the TL that lil nigga fly again
Bro say ain't no wock or tris around we sippin pai again
Once you do some foul shit to me I can't look you in yo eye again
How you suppose to be my mans and switching on the sides again
First time og caught me smoking
Told her I wouldn't get high again
Look at me getting high again
Look at me being fly again
Call of duty the way we suit up chops we got army guns
223 bullets go thru walls what you think they do to lungs
Growing up I seen alot of things
Soaked it in like a sponge
Member I was dead broke now a nigga really having
Know my time was coming couldn't wait I had to go and grab it
Running in and out them fucking banks it became a habit
Felt my first taste of freebands and I got addicted
Ran up 30k in a day keem be my witness

Ballin on these niggas like dude from the mavericks
$1400 gucci shirt it's a different fabric
Bro was feeling generous gave em the whole clip like let em have it
This pop cost me 400 I got expensive habits
Put too many hunnids in the money counter and I jammed it
Told my bitch I didn't hit her even tho I fuckin smashed it



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Writer(s): Andre Golden
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