No Sense Blood Money

[Intro: SD & Blood Money]
Ayy, GBE shit baby
Blood
Ayy, Blood Money
Turn up, Err

[Chorus: SD & Blood Money]
These niggas talk about money (yeah), but they never seem to got it
Man this shit don't make no sense (damn)
I fucked a lot of nigga's hoes (what)
Got money by the load (what)
Seen money, so I had get rich
I been whippin all week
I ain't had no sleep
Got a hunnid 8-balls on the strip
Got an alley full of cluckers
I'm a bad mothafucka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip

[Verse 1: Blood Money]
Call me "Blood the Mechanic"
Way I'm whippin that candy
Fiends, can't understand it
Got yo' bitch out her panties
Strapped up at the Grammy's
Niggas live with they Mammy
Give no fuck, I'm with the shit, banana clip at his family
I'm a dog wit it
All y'all gettin it
Kill all witness'
Bond outta prison
Got down, got the crack, pot back-flippin
Water whippin, 3 fo' 10, fiends say I'm trippin
Nah, I ain't trippin, b-bullet holes drippin
I'm a Goon, been a Goon, y'all Scottie Pippen (damn)
Get a nigga knocked down from the penitentiary
Pop a pill, fuck a deal, Savage Squad livin'