Everything I do, empty!
[Hook:Blood Money]
Catch a case, bond out, yeah, boss shit
We got 100 guns out, boss shit!
Roll up in his mom’s house, boss shit
Blew his fucking lungs out, boss shit
Dope line, outline boss shit
Coppers catch me if you can, ball shit boss
Know what’s cracking in advance, boss shit
A hundred bands in my pants, ball shit boss
[Verse 1: Blood Money]
Get lost, bitch! I coast, bitch!
Ten for a feature with a host, bitch
Ridin Range and Johnny Dang said I’m boss, bitch
300 thousand, charm chain boss shit
Shoot the kill in the field, boss shit
Pop a pill, do a drill, boss shit
Hide the bread in the bed, boss shit
30 years going fair, boss shit
Riding forward, go on tour boss shit
Riding forgis while I snore, boss shit
Try to rob me, I ain’t gone, boss shit
Fly to Europe in the morning, boss shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ballout]
A hundred banks in my pants, boss shit boss!
Franklin's! I’m never going broke, I’m a boss, bitch!
Put Molly all in her drink, Im on my Ross shit
All gold everything on my boss shit
Ball out! I’m tired of tote 4-5 four thousands, I’m on my hawk shit!
Yeah you know I got them dirty birds hawk shit
They’re like Ballout, you took his chain,boss shit
Damn! They’re nauseous, I’m just kinda carious
Swollen in this belly, getting lost, bitch!
Ridin real fast, and I’m dirty role bitch
Sell them white chalk raw shit!
Go! Been doing this shit since i was short, bitch
[Hook]
compositores: M. Drake
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