WALE

WALE - Blood Money 3.5 lyrics

rate me

Ft. A$AP Ferg

(Verse: Wale)

New York get the blood $

Real niggas smoking loud ass weed

Still countin' my math, La Marina

Summer time I be in the spot

On the hood shit, smell me niggas, it’s all

DC got love fo' me

Young niggas sippin’ all that lean (try slowing em down)

Real live at the town, they be go-go’d out

I play the let out, smell me, nigga, still flat out, uh

Chilly weather, Balmain wit many zipper

I’m ballin’, see my closet a dollar of Penny's in them

And ain’t talkin’ about no problems

Cus problems get finished quick wit ‘em

Niggas ch-ch-chopper brat-tat-tat- any nigga

Know that the city vicious

Drug dealing right here appealing

Like they sum' villains and sumething they had the hero in again, uh

Now here I come and who carries Maryland wit ‘em?

The crabs in the bucket?

Fuck it I’ve been aquarium clearin’, uh

Coming through wit sum' young Surulere goons

Rest in peace to Boo

Used to rock them Melo number two's

That was ’02, maybe ’03, oh, please

Stop it, you’re Origami, I’m finna fold crews

Uh, ovaseas to the back block

Uh, straight G’s where I’m at Bob

Uh, and we done seen it growing up

When the fiends get they look

They always jukin’ like it’s black rock

Spin it, you know let’s get it

Take this $, I’ma take your bitches

And no I’m not a gangsta, but I stay authentic

That’s why I go up to any place and remain unblemished

Eight fo' the tennis, I’m great wit the lyrics

The niggas upstate saying Le niggas tellin like Le niggas tell it

Say the niggas tell ‘em

I swear a nigga heard I ain’t e’er been a weller

Redbone redbone, well put together

Put it in my cell, I can put it in your belly

Kettering. what’s up? Landova whassup?

Roll pass Ardmore, feeling local as fuck

Audemar? keep it on, niggas won’t even touch

When you home and you humble? you get a lot of respect

And niggas trappin’ tryna get at all the bread

Get up out of the jungle, get his daughter a bed

Get his son sum' gear, find a pot he can piss in

So quarters moving back & 4th like it's a lottery ticket

And to be honest who gon' want McDonalds position?

No time fo' chicken nuggets but sumehow they find all the dippers

They slipping

(Interlude)

Hey. I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten

A lotta crap to get where I am today

And I am not throwing it all away now

Blood $ (yeah yeah)

(Verse 2: A$AP Ferg)

Ah (blood blood)

Daddy, daddy was a legend

Harlem born, $ gettin'

'til he pull an armageddon

Trigger brrrr cerebellum

Mellow at the seven eleven

Mama had to call the reverend

Daddy teach your hood a lesson from the seven Mac-11

8:30 eight mack ten crack ones

Putting genocide on my Black friends

Richard Porter seen the slaughter

Alpo kinda sorta was a ho

Cus he left the whole hood and he didn’t water, dam

Shit niggas still glorify

He had all the rise

He had all the bitches fucking all the t.h.o.t.s.

He the man, rocking Dapper Dan

Wit a gun in hand, Pakistan

I don’t understand how you kill your man (damn)

I don’t understand how you kill your man

Goddamn, how you kill your man ova $ when

2 Harlem kids in a gang do the devil’s dance

Cus the greed of $ had them caught up all up in a trance

(Verse 3: Wale)

Fuck niggas taking nothing from me

Sun goin' down in a town

Ain’t nothin' funny, lil buddy

On a corner where a quarter

On the 5-0h and the law

And the mind trippin' off the water

Talking to herself in public

I’m lookin' off of South Florida Avenue

Haven’t you heard of the dealers and loiterers

The trappas & murdarers

I can see serve a quarter from the manner of norian

Until you see the glory in its own

I don't see ya nigga

They keep it G they can see nigga

They see you on CDs and see you on the scene slippin'

You being hot you see I’m Pac

Don’t pee in public

We ain’t seen peace in these parts

No Teen Summit, blood $

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