Icerocks, Benny the Butcher, Meyhem Lauren - Red Presidents lyrics

Jeremie Damon Pennick

[Icerocks, Benny the Butcher, Meyhem Lauren - Red Presidents lyrics]

IceRocks

Blood on the money (Uh huh, uh huh) , we got
Blood on the money (Uh huh, uh huh)
We got blood on the money (yeah)
For the love of the money I'm
Willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
(Got that bag, nigga)
Blood on the money, we got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
(It's gon' hurt you)
For the love of the money I'm
Willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
We got blood on the money (Yo, look)

I'm talking business having deep discussions
This gamе come with consequencеs
Repercussions i fed my family off a
Brick and illegal hustles (yeah)
'Cause they haters get a kick
Off of seein' you struggle (I can tell)
They say it in they songs
But they ain't livin' it
(They ain't livin' it)
I got a broad in every state I ever visited
(Every state I ever visited)
The coupe small
Got me bendin' down to fit in it (Uh, huh)
And life's a bitch, once she
Leave, ain't no rekindlin', nah
White blocks on the white table (White table)
Drinkin' white label, nigga
And I ain't talkin' white Legos
A bullet to your head quite fatal (Brrt)
Get your money and mind you motherfuckin'
Business and it might save you
You know this rap shit was life-saving
(It was) i couldn't take it
E'ry night I heard gunshots and dice shaking
I met a plug in the feds on some white cases
And I heard you met your
Plug in the white pages (Rah)

We got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm
Willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
Blood on the money, we got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm
Willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
We got blood on the money

Oh, you know, got my beard speakin' Moroccan
I ain't in the spot unless
Niggas lettin' the block in
I need thirty-five comps, forty-five buckets
Eight trays of wings, half bones
Half nuggets
Son, my niggas chillin' in a literal sense
Lookin' frigid, never timid
Plus the grill is intense
Better believe that
Get shot above your kneecap
If we forced to put on a
Mask like it's a CPAP
I take Pellegrino over Patrón
By myself gettin' money, I be sober alone
Such a scholarly champion, take my advice
Become your own connect and get
Work half the price you work half your life
Better do it for yourself
I ain't tryna make no
Fortune for someone else, uh
I don't wanna grow up, I been famous
A big baby settin' up shop like Glen Davis
Uh

We got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm
Willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
Blood on the money, we got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm
Willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
We got blood on the money

Yeah, yeah, you know them you know them
Beats that cry to you shout out Icerocks
That's one of them fuckin' beats
That cry to you

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