Damedot - BLOOD ON THIS MONEY lyrics
[Damedot - BLOOD ON THIS MONEY lyrics]
(Michigan Meech)
I got blood on this money
Had to kill just to get it
Took my bitch to Miami 'cause she
Want some brand new titties (Mwah)
Make it rain in the bar
I only did it for the strippers
(Let's get it)
Bro gon' go up top on you for
The free 'cause that's my nigga
(That's my dog) i'm smokin' on an opp
This weed ain't come in a pack
I'm the king of the trap
Put a hollow in his hat (Bah)
Put a bounty on myself 'cause
The city had a rat i call this new mix I got
Will Smith 'cause it slap
She took the fat out her stomach and
They put it in her ass (Damn)
If I ran off on you once, bro, I changed
That's the past (My bad)
Is we talkin' 'bout designer? Can
We state some Fendi facts? (Fendi facts)
Fendi shirt, Fendi hat
(Fendi hat) , hit the set
Give me that (yeah) all a nigga see is hate
Through these iced-out Cartiers
(Ice, ice, ice)
Sticks all through the house, bitch
My crib look like an army base
(Like the navy) new bitch so raw
Got my ex-bitch with the salty face
(She the one) i just took some Tris and I
Poured it in my lemonade
Bro done put a lil' piece on my AR
Now it's fully (Drrt)
Grab my Chrome Heart hoodie
Hit your block like a bully
If a bitch had me and she lost me
Then she stupid i be runnin' up racks in my
Sleep when I don't do shit
Somehow, I mixed the dope, now it's blue
I'm Frank Lucas
I hit the fetty two times and it fell
I'm Zab Judah (Grr)
My bitch in here matchin' me
We both got on Louis
(Both got on Louis, dummy)
My fiend want a fix
Bought a bag for my bitch (Bitch)
Put an AP on my wrist
You ain't even got a kit
(Ice, you ain't got one)
Lil' bro a hundred pounds
He can barely hold the stick
(He can barely hold that bitch)
I can send a hundred pounds if
You give me an address (Give me one)
Everything bustdown
I don't fuck with stainless
I can make the snow fall, boy
I'm like Franklin
Whippin' fiends' plates
Somebody pass me an apron (Give me one)
At a half a ticket already and it's April
Told the nigga don't watch me
Go and watch some cable (Watch TV, boy)
When I say, "Who got the syrup?" I ain't
Talkin' 'bout no maple (Stupid)
I say I'm buyin' jeans
I ain't talkin' 'bout from Maple
(Who got them bitches?)
I got blood on this money
Had to kill just to get it
(Got blood on this money)
Took my bitch to Miami 'cause she
Want some brand new titties (Woo)
Make it rain in the bar
I only did it for the strippers
(Make it rain)
Bro gon' go up top on you for
The free 'cause that's my nigga
(That's my dog) i'm smokin' on an opp
This weed ain't come in a pack
(Michigan Meech) i'm the king of the trap
Put a hollow in his hat (Baow)
Put a bounty on myself 'cause
The city had a rat (That cost me a thousand)
I call this new mix I got
Will Smith 'cause it slap
(Slap your ass, boy)
I got blood on this money
Had to kill just to get it
Took my bitch to Miami 'cause she
Want some brand new titties (Mwah)
Make it rain in the bar
I only did it for the strippers
(Let's get it)
Bro gon' go up top on you for
The free 'cause that's my nigga
(That's my dog) i'm smokin' on an opp
This weed ain't come in a pack
I'm the king of the trap
Put a hollow in his hat (Bah)
Put a bounty on myself 'cause
The city had a rat i call this new mix I got
Will Smith 'cause it slap
She took the fat out her stomach and
They put it in her ass (Damn)
If I ran off on you once, bro, I changed
That's the past (My bad)
Is we talkin' 'bout designer? Can
We state some Fendi facts? (Fendi facts)
Fendi shirt, Fendi hat
(Fendi hat) , hit the set
Give me that (yeah) all a nigga see is hate
Through these iced-out Cartiers
(Ice, ice, ice)
Sticks all through the house, bitch
My crib look like an army base
(Like the navy) new bitch so raw
Got my ex-bitch with the salty face
(She the one) i just took some Tris and I
Poured it in my lemonade
Bro done put a lil' piece on my AR
Now it's fully (Drrt)
Grab my Chrome Heart hoodie
Hit your block like a bully
If a bitch had me and she lost me
Then she stupid i be runnin' up racks in my
Sleep when I don't do shit
Somehow, I mixed the dope, now it's blue
I'm Frank Lucas
I hit the fetty two times and it fell
I'm Zab Judah (Grr)
My bitch in here matchin' me
We both got on Louis
(Both got on Louis, dummy)
My fiend want a fix
Bought a bag for my bitch (Bitch)
Put an AP on my wrist
You ain't even got a kit
(Ice, you ain't got one)
Lil' bro a hundred pounds
He can barely hold the stick
(He can barely hold that bitch)
I can send a hundred pounds if
You give me an address (Give me one)
Everything bustdown
I don't fuck with stainless
I can make the snow fall, boy
I'm like Franklin
Whippin' fiends' plates
Somebody pass me an apron (Give me one)
At a half a ticket already and it's April
Told the nigga don't watch me
Go and watch some cable (Watch TV, boy)
When I say, "Who got the syrup?" I ain't
Talkin' 'bout no maple (Stupid)
I say I'm buyin' jeans
I ain't talkin' 'bout from Maple
(Who got them bitches?)
I got blood on this money
Had to kill just to get it
(Got blood on this money)
Took my bitch to Miami 'cause she
Want some brand new titties (Woo)
Make it rain in the bar
I only did it for the strippers
(Make it rain)
Bro gon' go up top on you for
The free 'cause that's my nigga
(That's my dog) i'm smokin' on an opp
This weed ain't come in a pack
(Michigan Meech) i'm the king of the trap
Put a hollow in his hat (Baow)
Put a bounty on myself 'cause
The city had a rat (That cost me a thousand)
I call this new mix I got
Will Smith 'cause it slap
(Slap your ass, boy)