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blood money - blood money lyrics

[intro]
i got blood money, straight up thug money
[?] paper bag under your mansion is drug money
woah (blood), blood (big glo)
it can never be another blood money, blood money, blood money, blood money (blood money gave me the power to bless this beat)
and it can never be another blood
(ace bankz on the track)
you can never be (blood money, blood money, blood money, blood money)
(you can’t clone me) it can never be another blood money (blood money, blood money)
ace what up

[hook]
and it can never be another blood money, blood money, blood money
and a n+gga ain’t alive if he took a slug from me, slug from me
i swear to god on the guys [?] i love money, love money, love money, love money, i love money
and it can never be another blood money, blood money
never be another blood
never be a blood money, blood money, blood money

[verse 1]
i murder my competition, accuracy composition
delivering what i’m living, is p+ssy i’m finna k!ll it
heroine in the kitchen, keep order in with them b+tches
now all them hoes been calling me tryna kick it
i am so glo’d up, let em glittering like a picture
bullets hit me they [?], they cook me like lunch and dinner
i’m determined winnin, glo we winnin, lets get it
kick that doe and we spending
goofies woofing we chilling
buying bentleys and buildings
[?] pay for my children
tadoe rolling that k!lla
ballout rocking chin chila
folks in beamers and benzes
[?] some coke in my rented
i ain’t sold them, i’m finna
[hook]
and it can never be another blood money, blood money, blood money
and a n+gga ain’t alive if he took a slug from me, slug from me
i swear to god on the guys [?] i love money, love money, love money, love money, i love money
and it can never be another blood money, blood money
never be another blood
never be a blood money, blood money, blood money

[verse 2]
before rapping i was trapping
blowing tooka with my ratchet
clapping any n+gga lacking
it’s a drill ain’t no acting
i remember having cocaina in the [?]
migo looking for me, want his money or his [?]
baby mamma drama got me locked up for the summer
but i was good i was gloin’ from the county to the jungle
and at the top i remain i ain’t never going under
what i’m finna do next make ’em wonder
when i get up on the mic i make a thunder
smoking heavy marijuana
i seen a red ‘rarri on the [?], now i want one

- blood money lyrics

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