Blood All On It Gucci Mane (Ft. Key Glock & Young Dolph)
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[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay, ayy
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Cash out if I want it (For real, though)
The money got blood all on it (For real, though)
The money got blood all on it, yeah
The money got blood all on it (For real, though)
Bad bitch with me on it (For real, though)
Nigga wanna be me, don't it? (Gabbana)
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
My young niggas ready to shoot (Damn)
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (Damn)
He said, it's fuck everybody and fuck everything, he got somethin' to prove (Damn)
In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'еm)
A hundred racks in blues (Franks)
In a shoebox, hеll nah, them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes (Racks, ayy, what you do, nigga?)
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Took the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (Switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from Heaven, but she fine as hell (Bad)
I'm sendin' strong to five states, man, I just broke my scale (Uh)
Lil' cuz just caught a murder charge and I just post his bail (Yeah)
Doing donuts in a 'Rari, I'm a major player (Skrrt)
Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells (Yeah)
Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
Super bad bitch with a body like Buffy (Woah)
Went to see my jeweler, spent a million like it's nothin' (A millio')
I got on too much ice, she caught the flu when she fuck me (Uh)
Plain jane Richard Mille, I told my jeweler, "Bust it"
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay, ayy
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Cash out if I want it (For real, though)
The money got blood all on it (For real, though)
The money got blood all on it, yeah
The money got blood all on it (For real, though)
Bad bitch with me on it (For real, though)
Nigga wanna be me, don't it? (Gabbana)
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
My young niggas ready to shoot (Damn)
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (Damn)
He said, it's fuck everybody and fuck everything, he got somethin' to prove (Damn)
In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'еm)
A hundred racks in blues (Franks)
In a shoebox, hеll nah, them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes (Racks, ayy, what you do, nigga?)
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Took the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (Switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from Heaven, but she fine as hell (Bad)
I'm sendin' strong to five states, man, I just broke my scale (Uh)
Lil' cuz just caught a murder charge and I just post his bail (Yeah)
Doing donuts in a 'Rari, I'm a major player (Skrrt)
Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells (Yeah)
Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
Super bad bitch with a body like Buffy (Woah)
Went to see my jeweler, spent a million like it's nothin' (A millio')
I got on too much ice, she caught the flu when she fuck me (Uh)
Plain jane Richard Mille, I told my jeweler, "Bust it"
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