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y.o.d. - blood money lyrics

blood money
i know n-ggas coppin foreigns with that blood money
thirsty b-tches always going for that blood money
my dogs is hungry they make pocket for that blood money
could be a teacher or a doctor it’s still blood money
i’m still plottin sitting countin up this blood money
tryna stack me up a mountain of this blood money
yeah. aye, blood money
blood money

[verse 1] (dexx)
just know i’m hot as the eye of the stove
calm as the eye of the storm
blood on my hands like the leaves
consider that reparations
played like the child of the corn
for thinking you in the field
and it all for a dollar bill
when you see what that dollar build
f-ck it i’m spitting bullets so
duck when i aim at yo head
i’m manifesting this bread
i made this mana from heaven
i left bread crumb trails so they can follow forever
and it’s red rum in the mirror for who ever hating
blood on the elevators
see me shining hoe, like i’m nicholson
jack with the magnificent raps
see me front row at the stables
cuz i hold down all this paper
ballin all in his nature
it’s like it should be his last name
lookin to cash. count up how quickly the cash came
when the skirt foreign but i skate it like cascade
and this all from blood money
bail money
for my n-ggas in the cell
that’s that “i won’t tell” money
(yah yah yah)

[verse 2] (lefty)
yeah yeah, chasing cash
hit the gas i clean the sack
ok, f-ck it i’m chasing cash
hit the gas i clean the sack
cleaned up off’a slight raps
smoke a whole onion don’t hold back, okay
curry three, that blood money
take the whole life i need a bag
whip the foreign she a clean hunnid
oh yeah yeah yeah know she bad
jewels clean…. ???? ??? ??? ?
???? work… ??? ??
surfin in it, splurge the limit
checkin in with a slight grimace
that blood money just couple digits
say you hooping that’s like tennis
back to all that gettin money
i don’t know i just fit my image
i don’t know cuz i’m full of business
i don’t know just rondo
not a bad player but i’m sho winning, okay
i don’t know cuz the team cold
i don’t i’m a cold man
you is not a freezer…. ?? ?

(griff lucci)
i’m not talking f-cking “water money”, “mud money”. no f-cking “lemon juice money”. look at you. you and your homies prolly get “la croix money” whatever the f-ck that is… it’s f-cking sparkling water.. stupid b-tches. we talking blood money, n-gga. with your mother f-ckin family. what ya’ll know about that, n-gga? what? that’s what i thought. mother. f-cking. nothing

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