Blood On the Money Lyrics – Future
Blood On the Money Lyrics – Future
Song Details:
Song: Blood On the Money
Artist: Future
Album: DS2
Released: 2015
Genre: Hip-hop/rap
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
Weve been at the laundromat all day
Weve been washin money all day
I heard the police lookin for me cause I got the hood hot
Weve been at the laundromat all day
Weve been washin money all day
Heard the police lookin for me cause I got the hood
It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I cant help the way Im raised up
That Easter Pink I tried to give it up I cant give it up
28 grams I serve it on the porch
I just seent em march 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 Im El Chapo
I keep that dog food like Im Rilo
I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
Man Im fresh as hell bitch Easter day
All my ghetto tactics Im above average
Ive been so in tune man Ive been so ambitious
Grab another Fanta let me fill it up
If they aint make the channel you aint built like us
The federales fuckin with my nigga Ty
Its Black Amigo Gang til a nigga die
I feel Im walkin through Hell
I swear to God Ill never tell
They try to give a nigga the chair
I tell my mama “Wish me well”
It 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
Ill 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 Im a [?] niggas aint 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
Were 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 cant help the way Im raised up
That Easter Pink I tried to give it up I cant 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
Ive been goin bar for bar these niggas know whats 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
Im prolly in the mood to fuck your bitch on the beach
I dropped out of school and I get money like Meech
Send em drank and send em the 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 cant help the way Im raised up
That Easter Pink I tried to give it up I cant 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
Its 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…
