Blood Money
Title | Blood Money |
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Artist | YRN Lingo |
Album | Lingo Mufasa |
Release Date | 2017-12-25 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Ayo Mike you bending girdles again [Hook] Blood money bankers hurting Counting money till the crack a dawn Gotta get to it even though a nigga yawning Money on my mind why she rhyming like a poem Leave a nigga smelling sour If you get the money it gon grant you all the power And still no clip shit for a whole hour Fucking with the gang like you down like the towers [Verse 1] Yeah who say they better than me Got yo bitch on her knees in a doubletree He thought he hopped out the Porsche with the happy feet Talking crazy while my name in there blaspheming Always gotta watch my back cause they after me Running to the money like an NFL athlete I will not stop until I drop You wonder how it feel to be at the top I cannot fuck with any ops My young nigga paranoid no pointers for cops That Glock’ll beat you like the block I know some old head that be tucking dope in they sock I got yo hoe she on the lot She shoot a movie any time I want Vivica Fox If we don’t know you and you wanna know We gonna strip you down to yo hays and yo socks She riding me like she at the fair Got a fur coat that be like a Rick Flow Are you gon get money or you gon sit there Bitch you better not but me because we gon get there Speed into the lane by the way put on a seatbelt King o the jungle might as well call me Donkey Kong You might also like[Hook] Blood money bankers hurting Counting money till the crack a dawn Gotta get to it even though a nigga yawning Money on my mind why she rhyming like a poem Leave a nigga smelling sour If you get the money it gon grant you all the power And still no clip shit for a whole hour Fucking with the gang like you down like the towers Blood money bankers hurting Counting money till the crack a dawn Gotta get to it even though a nigga yawning Money on my mind why she rhyming like a poem Leave a nigga smelling sour If you get the money it gon grant you all the power And still no clip shit for a whole hour Fucking with the gang like you down like the towers [Verse 2] Like you down like the tower Choppa gonna have a nigga body smelling sour Yo gang is fool my nigga they carry the tool All this money don’t know what to do I’m breaking the rules I got your girl over here sucking me Put her right up on YouTube I get to the money, I do not have time for the fussing I know that’s what you niggas do I know that’s what you niggas do Money stacking to the roof Got me wet and it smell like a poo You cannot play me like a fool I know that game real well and you gonna lose You say I can’t fit in your shoes I don’t wanna wear em cause I got some Christian Loub Eat em all just like some food I got a ghost and they go boo One a them things and they go boom Never been the same once they came through Got ice in my veins I shoot like D’Angelo These niggas on venom gotta get the antidote Money coming in on a banana boat I will never ever trust a hoe [Hook] Blood money bankers hurting Counting money till the crack a dawn Gotta get to it even though a nigga yawning Money on my mind why she rhyming like a poem Leave a nigga smelling sour If you get the money it gon grant you all the power And still no clip shit for a whole hour Fucking with the gang like you down like the towers Blood money bankers hurting Counting money till the crack a dawn Gotta get to it even though a nigga yawning Money on my mind why she rhyming like a poem Leave a nigga smelling sour If you get the money it gon grant you all the power And still no clip shit for a whole hour Fucking with the gang like you down like the towers |