Blood All On it (feat. Key Glock, Young Dolph) (Clean) 歌詞
Blood All On it (feat. Key Glock, Young Dolph) (Clean) - Gucci Mane/Key Glock/Young Dolph
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Krishon Gaines/Brandon Bradley/Markeyvius Cathey
Young Dolph：
Let the BandPlay
Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh
Okay ayy
Cash out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna be me don't it
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
D**n
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
D**n
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
D**n
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
Franks
In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks ayy what you do n***a
Took the motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle
Switch it up
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell
I swear
She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell
Bad
I'm sendin' strong to five states man I just broke my scale
Uh
Lil' cuz just caught a murder charge and I just post his bail
Yeah
Doing donuts in a 'Rari I'm a major player
Skrrt
Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells
Yeah
Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
Super bad b***h with a body like Buffy
Woah
Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin'
A million
I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she f**k me
Uh
Plain jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler "Bust it"
Cash out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna be me don't it
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
D**n
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
D**n
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
D**n
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
Franks
In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks
Gucci Mane：
At the top where it get real lonely
Just might put a dub on homie
New Phantom with the Forgis on it
Forgis
And the paint got blood all on it
Ah
These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'
Nah
I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney
These suckers do nothing but clout chase
These boys just some one-trick ponies
P***ies
Man this rap game so d**n phony
These n***as a bunch of Jabronies
H*es
Everything you got they want it
That's why I'm still up on it
Just told my hitter he on it
N***a better break fast like Shoney's
And I got my bag like Tony
These n***as wanna clone me don't it
Huh
I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up and now my motor electric
I stacked up way more millions than haters expected
You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message
You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family protected
Key Glock/Gucci Mane：
Cash out when I want it yeah
These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah
These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah
The b***hes know how I'm comin'
Why they call you Tony
'Cause I pop s**t by my lonely
Pocket full of Crip-blue hunnids yeah
Money got blood all on it
Key Glock：
Yeah I'm the one not the two
Two
I turn a one to a two
Two
I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag
Yeah I put the bag on you you
I put the bag on you too inside my Hellcat ragù
I'm goin' nuts I keep me a tool
They like this young n***a a loose screw
Yeah took the doors off my McLaren put it on my Urus ayy
Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy
They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy
When it come to shootin' s**t my jumper be the purest
Young Dolph/Key Glock：
Cash out if I want it
The money got blood all on it
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
Bad b***h with me on it
N***a wanna be me don't it
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
My young n***as ready to shoot
D**n
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
D**n
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
D**n
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
Franks
In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks