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blood money - bitches lyrics

[intro: blood money]
b+tches, i got b+tches, b+tches
i got b+tches, b+tches
b+tches, b+tches (b+tch)
haha, i got too many, i love y’all
i got too many, i got too many hoes
i saw you hoe (woah)

[chorus: blood money]
i got mad b+tches (mad b+tches), sad b+tches (sad b+tches)
got+that+bag b+tches (bag b+tches)
woah, i got mean b+tches (mean), clean b+tches (clean)
do+my+team b+tches (my team)
woah, wo+oo+ooah
i got small b+tches (small), tall b+tches (tall)
got old b+tches (got old b+tches), wo+oo+ooah (b+tches, b+tch)
i’m gang, and they tryin’ to stay the f+ck away from y’all n+ggas (f+ck away from y’all, woah, gang)
[verse 1: blood money]
she drunk in love with that big boy (big boy)
foreign car, she pick for it (pick for it)
she blowin’ bags at six stores (woah)
i’m glo’d up and that b+tch goin’ (woah)
i’m panamera, he honda (honda)
y’all normal, this sh+t goin’
she drug deal me, got glo’d out
f+ck a normal that sh+t borin’
she ain’t never been with no glo n+gga (no)
rich as heaven, that sh+t storin’
caught her lackin’, that four rocket
super bad, where that b+tch goin’? (where?)
normal n+ggas, they beepin’ h+rn (haha)
she ain’t stoppin’, she keepin’ goin’ (woah)
big glo in that porsche thang (woah)
she couldn’t ignore it
red bottoms, she couldn’t afford it (nah)
until she got with that glo gang, that ferroin just gettin’ imported (aah)
she don’t f+ck with no no+names (nah)
all we do is just f+ck gang (gang, woaah)

[chorus: blood money]
i got mad b+tches (got mad, woah), i got sad b+tches (b+tches)
glad b+tches (b+tches), got+that+bag b+tches (b+tches)
b+tch, it’s crazy, i got, i got, i got (b+tches)
b+tches, it’s crazy, b+tch
i got b+tches (b+tches), b+tches (b+tches)
woah, wo+oo+ooah (what you say blood?)
i got mad b+tches (mad), sad b+tches (sad)
got+that+bag b+tches (bag b+tches)
woaaah (gang), i got mean b+tches (mean), clean b+tches (clean)
do+my+team b+tches (my team)
b+tches, i got small b+tches (small), tall b+tches (tall), i got old b+tches (got old)
b+tches, and they tryin’ tryin’ tryin’ to stay the f+ck away from y’all n+ggas (y’all n+ggas, woah)
[verse 2: mando]
pull up on her flexin’
white beamer, no laxin’
b+tch and she’s from texas
ain’t no second guessin’
she gon’ have to f+ck me
and ain’t no guarantee
that angel gon’ be dust me
shut up b+tch! you lucky
that i even let your little dirty ass touch me
magy, you are dusty
p+ssy kinda musty
but trust me

[interlude: mando]
aye blood, [?] i got chrome heart
they go [?] bottles, moet and champagne
[?] colombianas, [?]
[?], oh, i forgot you don’t speak that spanish my bro
i f+cked up off the champagne
[?] ([?])
come on blood, listen up bruh

- blood money lyrics

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