Came a long way from them nickel bags nigga
Yea now we don't even touch it
Just put the bag up get the bag back
Watch the bag stack
Remember running from the Angels
Boppin' with the demons
Trappin' to dat Jezzy
Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy
I'll drop 'em' off wherever
Nigga where we meeting
What you needed
Bxtch I'm squeezing
If he scheming imma leave him
I get money fast
Flip the paper and fill another bag
Double back
Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag
100 bags
I'm in the yo just countin my moneybaggs
Done dat bad
I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga
But it's all good we all good
I had fell off and looked around where yall was
Started off with reggie bags and small jugs
Graduated to several bags we all plugged
All my nigga was scoring we like a ball club
Really got it to blow it we like a ball club
We get tired of waiting we go spin where ever ya'll was
100 round drums
Kutta smokin' it was all wood
Late night I'm grindin' it was me alone
Chasing' a vision I knew I would have to see alone
Them days was dark but so beautiful dat Nia Long
I could never eat alone
Go dog you if bro need a bone
You ever been down to your last
Been flightin' for some days
Tryna catch you one you he tryna do the same
So it's him or it you
A hat or grave
Take my chances with the state
I'm coming get him out the way
Wait
I ain't finna play
You in motion or you in the way
You niggaz sweet as cake
You picking sides nah you ain't even safe
Ain't stoppin' for no jakes
This the kinda paper beat a case
I gotta find a way
Swerve through traffic I ain't even brake
Go go go mode
Wockiana I'm slow mo'd
Micro carbine a go Go Pro
Shootin' you and your bro bros
How you make it out the city just to let the door close?
I get through dat bih it ain't go be no more doors
Like Rossy need lead the way
Rossy need his cake
Bro love the beef he need a taste
It's time to eat I feed him steak
I been mixing these exotics up and now i'm seeing space
Get in my way
Front row tickets to this show u seeing Drake
Now let us pray
Remember running from the Angels
Boppin' with the demons
Trappin' to dat Jezzy
Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy
I'll drop 'em' off wherever
Nigga where we meeting
What you needed
And i'm squeezing
If he scheming immm leave him
I get money fast
Flip the paper and fill another bag
Double back
Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag
100 bags
I'm in the yo just countin my moneybags
Done dat bad
I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga
Juve in a Lac
Pouring sippin' act
Started off with $50 watched it turn to 50 racks
Dat 50 made 100 back
My brody showed me how to trap
Parked the Rover jects
Pull up hop out with my gat
I can show you mathematics
I know mathematics
Money flippin' steady flippin'
You know I know acrobatics
Got the plain jane Carti
Imma go back for the Patek
Lost my mind I never had it
Think my room need to be padded
Straight my jacket
Ain't waiting for it let me at it
Gotta put some up datz my children go inherit
Cop designer wear it once and tell JR he can have it
Everything front the plane we don't do average nigga
Blood Money
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Came a long way from them nickel bags nigga
Yea now we don't even touch it
Just put the bag up get the bag back
Watch the bag stack
Remember running from the Angels
Boppin' with the demons
Trappin' to dat Jezzy
Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy
I'll drop 'em' off wherever
Nigga where we meeting
What you needed
Bxtch I'm squeezing
If he scheming imma leave him
I get money fast
Flip the paper and fill another bag
Double back
Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag
100 bags
I'm in the yo just countin my moneybaggs
Done dat bad
I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga
But it's all good we all good
I had fell off and looked around where yall was
Started off with reggie bags and small jugs
Graduated to several bags we all plugged
All my nigga was scoring we like a ball club
Really got it to blow it we like a ball club
We get tired of waiting we go spin where ever ya'll was
100 round drums
Kutta smokin' it was all wood
Late night I'm grindin' it was me alone
Chasing' a vision I knew I would have to see alone
Them days was dark but so beautiful dat Nia Long
I could never eat alone
Go dog you if bro need a bone
You ever been down to your last
Been flightin' for some days
Tryna catch you one you he tryna do the same
So it's him or it you
A hat or grave
Take my chances with the state
I'm coming get him out the way
Wait
I ain't finna play
You in motion or you in the way
You niggaz sweet as cake
You picking sides nah you ain't even safe
Ain't stoppin' for no jakes
This the kinda paper beat a case
I gotta find a way
Swerve through traffic I ain't even brake
Go go go mode
Wockiana I'm slow mo'd
Micro carbine a go Go Pro
Shootin' you and your bro bros
How you make it out the city just to let the door close?
I get through dat bih it ain't go be no more doors
Like Rossy need lead the way
Rossy need his cake
Bro love the beef he need a taste
It's time to eat I feed him steak
I been mixing these exotics up and now i'm seeing space
Get in my way
Front row tickets to this show u seeing Drake
Now let us pray
Remember running from the Angels
Boppin' with the demons
Trappin' to dat Jezzy
Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy
I'll drop 'em' off wherever
Nigga where we meeting
What you needed
And i'm squeezing
If he scheming immm leave him
I get money fast
Flip the paper and fill another bag
Double back
Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag
100 bags
I'm in the yo just countin my moneybags
Done dat bad
I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga
Juve in a Lac
Pouring sippin' act
Started off with $50 watched it turn to 50 racks
Dat 50 made 100 back
My brody showed me how to trap
Parked the Rover jects
Pull up hop out with my gat
I can show you mathematics
I know mathematics
Money flippin' steady flippin'
You know I know acrobatics
Got the plain jane Carti
Imma go back for the Patek
Lost my mind I never had it
Think my room need to be padded
Straight my jacket
Ain't waiting for it let me at it
Gotta put some up datz my children go inherit
Cop designer wear it once and tell JR he can have it
Everything front the plane we don't do average nigga
Blood Money
Yea now we don't even touch it
Just put the bag up get the bag back
Watch the bag stack
Remember running from the Angels
Boppin' with the demons
Trappin' to dat Jezzy
Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy
I'll drop 'em' off wherever
Nigga where we meeting
What you needed
Bxtch I'm squeezing
If he scheming imma leave him
I get money fast
Flip the paper and fill another bag
Double back
Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag
100 bags
I'm in the yo just countin my moneybaggs
Done dat bad
I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga
But it's all good we all good
I had fell off and looked around where yall was
Started off with reggie bags and small jugs
Graduated to several bags we all plugged
All my nigga was scoring we like a ball club
Really got it to blow it we like a ball club
We get tired of waiting we go spin where ever ya'll was
100 round drums
Kutta smokin' it was all wood
Late night I'm grindin' it was me alone
Chasing' a vision I knew I would have to see alone
Them days was dark but so beautiful dat Nia Long
I could never eat alone
Go dog you if bro need a bone
You ever been down to your last
Been flightin' for some days
Tryna catch you one you he tryna do the same
So it's him or it you
A hat or grave
Take my chances with the state
I'm coming get him out the way
Wait
I ain't finna play
You in motion or you in the way
You niggaz sweet as cake
You picking sides nah you ain't even safe
Ain't stoppin' for no jakes
This the kinda paper beat a case
I gotta find a way
Swerve through traffic I ain't even brake
Go go go mode
Wockiana I'm slow mo'd
Micro carbine a go Go Pro
Shootin' you and your bro bros
How you make it out the city just to let the door close?
I get through dat bih it ain't go be no more doors
Like Rossy need lead the way
Rossy need his cake
Bro love the beef he need a taste
It's time to eat I feed him steak
I been mixing these exotics up and now i'm seeing space
Get in my way
Front row tickets to this show u seeing Drake
Now let us pray
Remember running from the Angels
Boppin' with the demons
Trappin' to dat Jezzy
Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy
I'll drop 'em' off wherever
Nigga where we meeting
What you needed
And i'm squeezing
If he scheming immm leave him
I get money fast
Flip the paper and fill another bag
Double back
Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag
100 bags
I'm in the yo just countin my moneybags
Done dat bad
I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga
Juve in a Lac
Pouring sippin' act
Started off with $50 watched it turn to 50 racks
Dat 50 made 100 back
My brody showed me how to trap
Parked the Rover jects
Pull up hop out with my gat
I can show you mathematics
I know mathematics
Money flippin' steady flippin'
You know I know acrobatics
Got the plain jane Carti
Imma go back for the Patek
Lost my mind I never had it
Think my room need to be padded
Straight my jacket
Ain't waiting for it let me at it
Gotta put some up datz my children go inherit
Cop designer wear it once and tell JR he can have it
Everything front the plane we don't do average nigga
Blood Money
Writer: brandon ross
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