They throwing up money where we at now
50s up north keep my wallet red
Blood money rain with the top down
Never really know who mighta died for this
It's all blood money by the time we getting it
(It's all blood money, it's all blood money)
Red fingers in the bag like ketchup chips
(It's all blood money) let's do it
Me and under the mattress money is matrimony
Imagine coming home feeling sanctimonious, sad and lonely
They happen to know that I have the dough then they have to roll me
Make me Machiavelli, I'll mash your ziti to macaroni
I call the taxi get taciturn in the car
Walk out for your tax return or I taxidermy your dog
I'm not a bad person at all
It's you versus me than I don't really wanna rap verses at all
So we can take this outside, it's a personal call
But I know the right person to call
If I'm coming off gangsta then thanks, but I don't wanna be that
Just wanna pop Bezos, get the economy back
Tray to the chest, make 'em fly economy class
Got a zipper for your boy if he wanna be bad
We both in a bag, we both in a box
We both in a suit, we both in a plot
But you in the ground, I bullshit you not
We throwing up money where we at now
50s up north keep my wallet red
Blood money rain with the top down
Never really know who mighta died for this
It's all blood money by the time we getting it
(It's all blood money, it's all blood money)
Red fingers in the bag like ketchup chips
(It's all blood money) ay
We don't tell police, we tell the family
Ever since my fams got killed, I'm feeling antsy
Losing love for streets, I'ma put it all in a mansion
Code is dead, but I'm selling out if this life gets abandoned
Offered a single but my trigg finger changes the firerate
Paranoid, I'm shooting at people that want a handshake
Half of me is pissed that my people pistoling kin
And the other half understands we just gotta aim it at them
Cold-blooded killers getting suspended and paid
Water going cold and don't give a damn why you late
I'll be dead before a deadbeat get a bit of the rake
Sharing is caring my ass, my nieces life is at stake
Tryna feed me the bull, I got a hole in my plate
Think twice 'fore a bullet put a hole in a face
Homies been threatened because they gave the bacon a Glock
But they quick to lock me up just for me having a thought
We throwing up money where we at now
50s up north keep my wallet red
Blood money rain with the top down
Never really know who mighta died for this
It's all blood money by the time we getting it
(It's all blood money, it's all blood money)
Red fingers in the bag like ketchup chips
It's all blood money