Da Real Gee Money
Bloody Shoes (Bodak Yellow G-Mix)
[Intro]
What you wanna do? Yeah
TBG Gorilla Gang, I'm Gee Money boo, ayy
Shout out to Cardi, man, let me hit this bitch (I make money moves)
[Verse]
Lit n***a, you can't fuck with me, I got my papper up
Yeah I hear them n***as talking shit, they bet not play with us
Most them n***as blew up from BR, they was fake as fuck
When I blow, my team blow, that's what I'm trying to make it for
I dont know why he hating, guess he mad 'bout a bitch
All y'all use to claim TBG, look how you n***as switched
How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick?
I ain't trippin', in that audi, bitch, I'm ballin', I'm the shit
Came from the street, I was stuck up in the trenches
Motherfuck a 'Vette, I just wanna get a Bentley
N***as hatting on me, they don't wanna see me with it
Sickest in my city, I don't got no competition
Pull up, I'm thuggin' for real (Thuggin')
Did this shit without a deal (For real)
Talking shit, you better chill (Chill out)
Shooters pull up to your crib (Bow)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby mama)
I did this shit by myself (I did)
NBA, I think I'm Steph (Ballin')
Wagon, pull up in the hood (Uh)
I don't fuck 'round with no rentals (Never)
On the 'gram like you gettin' money (For real?)
All of these n***as pretenders (They lying)
Everyday I wake up, I be thinking 'bout a bag
Headed to the money, got a n***a going fast
Pull up in a 'Mera, I was finna get a Jag'
N***a tried to kill me, got to hittin' through the glass
I ain't get shot, his eyes must of been clothes
Same n***a did it, n***a came for his soul
Solid til' the end, never bend, never fold
Pull up in a Benz, gettin' it in on the road
[Chorus]
Street n***a, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid, watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no n***a, I'm just doing what I do
Ran that bag up in the trenches, steppin' in some bloody shoes
Street n***a, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid, watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no n***a, I'm just doing what I do
Ran that bag up in the trenches, steppin' in some bloody shoes