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[Brisco:] Ha Yeah Triple c CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga? Birdman what up The Goons to be king How u love that pussy nigga? Yeah Blood Money The definition I'm Clutching on my slippin 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 doin this head knock I told Ross We gon show em how the Gutta do All black skis Black ones And the Jumpsuit Silde in the silder 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 runnin up on niggas They jumpin off of counters One time for my allies I'm a poe boy that like my guns Supersize Letras de cancionesCMB what it is I'm cookin up them kids [Rick Ross:] I'm countin Blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We countin blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We talkin drug money We talkin blood money We talkin blood money Straight Blood Money We talkin drug money It's drug money It's drug money Drug Money [Ace Hood:] Okay we getting from us servin weight Get it cause we servin ye See the way we get the cake Like every days a boring gay Blood Money And I'm a count it till they come for me The feds hate it They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies I'm puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money I'm talkin crooked unidentified bags of it I'm talkin 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 [Rick Ross:] I'm countin Blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We countin blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We talkin drug money We talkin blood money We talkin blood money Straight Blood Money We talkin drug money It's drug money It's drug money Drug Money [Rick Ross:] Hammers in the Hummers Sticks in the lids Sweets in the trunk Streets gimmie sneers Money comin fast Blood comin slow Who dem boys with the H Feds wanna know Gators on theif Neighbors gon sleep You dealin with a G And the haters gon see Boss I'm in the dealership With a duffle bag Couple Mazaradihs Couple Hundred Stacks Far from peaches and cream Niggas deceased on the scene I'm just countin my green Chillin sippin' my li Keep investigatin Cause you got a job Better keep your vest on Bitch cause we got a mar [Rick Ross:] I'm countin Blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We countin blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We talkin drug money We talkin blood money We talkin blood money Straight Blood Money We talkin drug money It's drug money It's drug money Drug Money [Birdman:] Well I'm the mob chief Givin orders Callin 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 Fuckin 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 [Rick Ross:] I'm countin Blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We countin blood Money Ain't mad cause I love money Came up getting drug Money We talkin drug money We talkin blood money We talkin blood money Straight Blood Money We talkin drug money It's drug money It's drug money Drug Money [Birdman:] Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB nigga Poe boy Yeah 100 yeah bitch Holla back From Letras Mania