Blood On the Money

Lyrics

They gave lil China 25 for them thangs, nigga
 They walk up on you, give it to your friends, nigga
 They walk up on you, give it to you, see your friends, nigga
 Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
 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 that blood money
 It got blood on that money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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 'em merch, they ran off in my house
 The homicide unit come into 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 Rilo
 I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
 Man 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 the money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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 mack I'm a [?] 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 get it
 Ask me do I know how to whip it
 Fuck the witness
 It got blood on the money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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?
 I came from cocaine
 It got blood on the money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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
 I hang with all the killers and the robbers
 I pour me up a drink, say "Fuck my problems"
 The federales fuckin' with my nigga Ty
 It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
 I heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood hot
 Heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood
 They got girls on the money and I still count it
 They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it
 
 They gave lil China 25 for them thangs, nigga
 They walk up on you, give it to your friends, nigga
 They walk up on you, give it to you, see your friends, nigga
 Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
 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 that blood money
 It got blood on that money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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 'em merch, they ran off in my house
 The homicide unit come into 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 Rilo
 I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
 Man 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 the money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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 mack I'm a [?] 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 get it
 Ask me do I know how to whip it
 Fuck the witness
 It got blood on the money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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?
 I came from cocaine
 It got blood on the money and I still count it
 They got blood on the 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
 I hang with all the killers and the robbers
 I pour me up a drink, say "Fuck my problems"
 The federales fuckin' with my nigga Ty
 It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
 I heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood hot
 Heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood
 They got girls on the money and I still count it
 They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it
 

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Duration
04:42
Key
8
Tempo
146 BPM

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