[Chorus: Blood Money]
They got me living, feeling like a drug lord
Drug lord
20 scorpians, all I want is 200 for them
You want 200 for them
I get [?] them bitches be going [?]
They [?]
[?] motherfucker, but I ain't going
I ain't going
If I don't know you, I don't trust you, you might be [?]
You can be [?]
My bitch, my whip, my fits all foreign
All foreign
We 'bout to show you how to make a mill, brainstorm
Brainstorm
Have that money ready for I [?]
[?]

[Verse 1: Gino Marley]
All this work in my spot, I'm a drug lord
Got money in every room, on every floor
Bad bitches back to working, and my driver make a tour
And I'm on a paper chase, till my feet get sore
Glocks and macs when it's time for war
Got [?] cars, and the insides got stash galore
Trap spots [?] the door
More bags than the grocery storе
If we ever shoot, wе score
And I'm spending money, cause I'm making more
Drug lords got connects from across the board
And I'm spending money, cause I'm making more
Drug lords got connects from across the board
I been money hunting since my feet touched the floor
All this money on me, but I [?] for more
I been money hunting since my feet touched the floor
All this money on me, but I [?] for more

[Chorus: Blood Money]
They got me living, feeling like a drug lord
Drug lord
20 scorpians, all I want is 200 for them
You want 200 for them
I get [?] them bitches be going [?]
They [?]
[?] motherfucker, but I ain't going
I ain't going
If I don't know you, I don't trust you, you might be [?]
You can be [?]
My bitch, my whip, my fits all foreign
All foreign
We 'bout to show you how to make a mill, brainstorm
Brainstorm
Have that money ready for I [?]
[?]
[Verse 2: Blood Money]
They got me feeling like Tony, when he was talking to Sosa
[?] damn, he took it over
Masterminded and plotted, got that chip on my shoulder
Riding Raris and Rovers, me, Fredo and Sosa
Squad connected from Cuba, run up on them, I shoot ya
I'm a 300 savage, selling crack out the cooler
[?] to your madulla, but don't you reach for my cooler
Johnny Dang my jewler
[?] pockets with moola
[?] rabbit manure
Gino Marley'll do ya
But run up on me, I'll screw ya
Call up Boosa Da Shoota
[?] the scooter
[?] snoozing
You get hit with that uzi
That's the end of your movement
[?] rabbit manure
Gino Marley'll do ya
But run up on me, I'll screw ya
Call up Boosa Da Shoota
[?] the scooter
[?] snoozing
You get hit with that uzi
That's the end of your movement
[Chorus: Blood Money]
They got me living, feeling like a drug lord
Drug lord
20 scorpians, all I want is 200 for them
You want 200 for them
I get [?] them bitches be going [?]
They [?]
[?] motherfucker, but I ain't going
I ain't going
If I don't know you, I don't trust you, you might be [?]
You can be [?]
My bitch, my whip, my fits all foreign
All foreign
We 'bout to show you how to make a mill, brainstorm
Brainstorm
Have that money ready for I [?]
[?]