WALE - Blood Money 3.5 lyrics
rate meFt. 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 $
