DJ Khaled - Blood MoneyLyrics

[Brisco] Ha Yeah Triple C CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga? Birdman what up The Goons to be king How you love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money The definition I'm Clutching on my slipping in The Way I'm Feeling Right Now A Bitch Could get the Business Just know my niggas squeeze on side Only problem is we doing this head knock I told Ross We goin' show em how the Gutta do All black skis Black ones And the Jumpsuit Slide in the slider in and out night vision Scopes on the AR To hit em with precision And did I mention this one here's for the thugs dummy A little drugs bunny We did it off of Blood Money More pieces of crown Vic surround us We running up on niggas They jumping off of counters One time for my allies I'm a poe boy that like my guns Super size CMB what it is I'm cooking up them kids [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm counting Blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We counting blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We talking drug money We talking blood money We talking blood money Straight Blood Money We talking drug money It's drug money It's drug money Drug Money [Ace Hood] Okay we getting from us serving weight Get it cause we serving ye See the way we get the cake Like every days a boring gay Blood Money And I'ma count it till they come for me The feds hate it They mistaking me for Blanco Buddies I'm putting Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money I'm talking crooked unidentified bags of it I'm talking yellow table paper Put the tags on it You play with mine Bet I turn you into crash dummies Better not need heaters I spit them shells like the beatles I have my people go see you I squash you out like a cheater nigga I for that drug money Underneath the rug money My niggas love money Yeah I'm talking Blood Money [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Hammers in the Hummers Sticks in the lids Sweets in the trunk Streets gimme sneers Money coming fast Blood coming slow Who them boys with the H Feds wanna know Gators on thief Neighbors goin' sleep You dealing with a G And the haters goin' see Boss I'm in the dealership With a duffel bag Couple Mazaradihs Couple Hundred Stacks Far from peaches and cream Niggas deceased on the scene I'm just counting my green Chilling sipping my li Keep investigating Cause you got a job Better keep your vest on Bitch cause we got a mar [Chorus] [Birdman] Well I'm the mob chief Giving orders Calling all the shots out Make a nigga understand We Gangsters We don't play out Came from under the sand Lift my own weight up Bought a house off the curb Was patient so it paid up No pleasure and pain homie Just the price for the flight Don't get cha head chopped Fucking with them five stripes Eagle land it went south Now we got the cake Paper plate money Every time I hitch a state High on this pressure life Famous from the mud Got the game from some old heads I took it up in Blood Yeah the only price nigga Is a price A mill on some whips A hundred on ya life [Chorus] [Birdman] Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB nigga Poe boy Yeah 100 yeah bitch Holla back