G/Gucci Mane/Blood All On It ft. Young Dolph & Key Glock
[Intro: Young Dolph] Let the band play Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh Okay, ayy
[Chorus: Young Dolph] Cash out if I want it (For real, though) The money got blood all on it (For real, though) The money got blood all on it, yeah The money got blood all on it (For real, though) Bad bitch with me on it (For real, though) Nigga wanna beat me, don't it? With the money got blood all on it Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph] My young niggas ready to shoot (Down) 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (Down) He said, it's fuck everybody and fuck everything, he got somethin' to prove (Down) In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'em) A hundred racks in blues In a shoebox, hell nah, that don't make no motherfuckin' shoes (Racks)
[Verse 1: Young Dolph] (Ayy, what you do, nigga?) Took a motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle (Switch it up) Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear) She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell (Bad) I'm sendin' [?] five stage, I just broke my scale Look who just caught a murder and I just post his bails (Yeah) Doing donuts on the 'Rari, I'm a major player (Skrrt) Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail Super bad bitch with a body like [Buffy ?] (Woah) Went to see my jeweler, spent a million like it's nothin' (A million) I got on too much ice, she caught the flu when she fuck me (Uh) Plain Jane Richard Mille, I told my jeweler, "Bust it"
[Chorus: Young Dolph] Cash-out if I want it (For real, though) The money got blood all on it (For real, though) The money got blood all on it, yeah The money got blood all on it (For real, though) Bad bitch with me on it (For real, though) Nigga wanna beat me, don't it? With the money got blood all on it Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph] My young niggas ready to shoot (Down) 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (Down) He said, it's fuck everybody and fuck everything, he got somethin' to prove (Down) In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'em) A hundred racks in blues In a shoebox, hell nah, that don't make no motherfuckin' shoes (Racks)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] At a top, where it get real lonely Just might put a [?] New Phantom with the forges on it And the paint got blood all on it (Ah) These niggas ain't eatin', they starvin' (Nah) I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney These [?] do nothing but clout chase These boys just some one-trick ponies (Pussys) Man, this rap game so damn phony These niggas a bunch of Jabronies Everything you got, they want it That's why I'm still up on it Just told my hitter, he on it Nigga better break fast like Shawnee's And I got my bag like Tony These niggas wanna clone me, don't it? (Huh) I went from ridin' a V12, switched it up and now my motor electric I stacked the way more millions than haters expected You gotta shoot for your respect, that's how you send a message (Paow, paow) You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family precaution
[Bridge: Key Glock] Cash-out when I want it, yeah These bitches know how I'm comin', yeah These niggas know how I'm comin', yeah The bitches know how I'm comin' (Why they call you Tony?) 'Cause I pop shit 'bout my lonely Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah Money got blood all on it (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Key Glock] Yeah, I'm the one, not the two (Two) I turn a one to a two (Two) I'm havin' racks, yeah, I got the bag, yeah I put the bag on you, you I put the bag on you too Inside my Hellcat [?] I'm goin' inside, keep me a two They like these young niggas loose, screw Yeah (Draco) Two, two, dos on my McLaren, put it on my gears, ayy Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these niggas weird, ayy They done pissed me off, it's codeine all up in my urine, ayy When it come to shootin' shit, my jump up be the peers
[Chorus: Young Dolph] Cash-out if I want it (Bitch, for real, though) The money got blood all on it (Yeah, for real, though) The money got blood all on it, yeah The money got blood all on it (For real, though) Bad bitch with me on it (For real, though) Nigga wanna beat me, don't it? (Huh) With the money got blood all on it Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph] My young niggas ready to shoot (Down) 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (Down) He said, it's fuck everybody and fuck everything, he got somethin' to prove (Down) In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'em) A hundred racks in blues In a shoebox, hell nah, that don't make no motherfuckin' shoes (Racks)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.