[Brisco]
Ha Yeah Triple C CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga?
Birdman what up The Goons to be king
How you love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money

The definition
I'm Clutching on my slipping in
The Way I'm Feeling Right Now
A Bitch Could get the Business
Just know my niggas squeeze on side
Only problem is we doing this head knock
I told Ross
We goin' show em how the Gutta do
All black skis
Black ones
And the Jumpsuit
Slide in the slider in and out night vision
Scopes on the AR
To hit em with precision
And did I mention this one here's for the thugs dummy
A little drugs bunny
We did it off of Blood Money
More pieces of crown Vic surround us
We running up on niggas
They jumping off of counters
One time for my allies
I'm a poe boy that like my guns
Super size
CMB what it is
I'm cooking up them kids

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I'm counting Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We counting blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talking drug money
We talking blood money
We talking blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talking drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money

[Ace Hood]
Okay we getting from us serving weight
Get it cause we serving ye
See the way we get the cake
Like every days a boring gay
Blood Money
And I'ma count it till they come for me
The feds hate it
They mistaking me for Blanco Buddies
I'm putting Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
I'm talking crooked unidentified bags of it
I'm talking yellow table paper
Put the tags on it
You play with mine
Bet I turn you into crash dummies
Better not need heaters
I spit them shells like the beatles
I have my people go see you
I squash you out like a cheater nigga
I for that drug money
Underneath the rug money
My niggas love money
Yeah I'm talking Blood Money

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Hammers in the Hummers
Sticks in the lids
Sweets in the trunk
Streets gimme sneers
Money coming fast
Blood coming slow
Who them boys with the H
Feds wanna know
Gators on thief
Neighbors goin' sleep
You dealing with a G
And the haters goin' see Boss
I'm in the dealership
With a duffel bag
Couple Mazaradihs
Couple Hundred Stacks
Far from peaches and cream
Niggas deceased on the scene
I'm just counting my green
Chilling sipping my li
Keep investigating
Cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on
Bitch cause we got a mar

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
Well I'm the mob chief
Giving orders
Calling all the shots out
Make a nigga understand
We Gangsters
We don't play out
Came from under the sand
Lift my own weight up
Bought a house off the curb
Was patient so it paid up
No pleasure and pain homie
Just the price for the flight
Don't get cha head chopped
Fucking with them five stripes
Eagle land it went south
Now we got the cake
Paper plate money
Every time I hitch a state
High on this pressure life
Famous from the mud
Got the game from some old heads
I took it up in Blood
Yeah the only price nigga
Is a price
A mill on some whips
A hundred on ya life

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB nigga Poe boy Yeah 100 yeah bitch Holla back

Writer : ROBERTS, WILLIAM / KHALED, KHALED / MCCOLISTER, ANTOINIE / MITCHELL, B. / WILLIAMS, B. / PETIT-FRERE, I.
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.