Krayto - MONEY BLOOD (BONUS)

Yeah the money too fat diabetic
You ain't speaking on me so forget it
Double D's and she pulled up in Fendi
And I'm about to just take off her yeah yeah
Put the switch on the glock automatic
And my brother got clips like a movie
Try me once and we upping the toolie
I get high and I get a little moody
Getting money, boy you know its counterfeit
Fuck a hoe, cause a nigga been celibate
Shit you doing right now is irrelevant
Up the choppa we making him heaven sent
In the back of the room I record the hits
Too much dirty on me, need to clean it all
Too much money on me, I'll keep it all
Plenty bitches on me, do I dream at all?
Stick, hit, run
I smack her ass and it sound like a drum
Clips, Switch on
I load it up and I'm dumping the mag
Yeah I was down bad, had to get in my bag
And too many niggas was switching they flags
And everybody can't sit with you
Got to watch out for the snakes in the grass
And I ain't with the politicking, but this grabba kicking
Going to sit back, blow some gas
And she see the money kicking, so she started digging
I ain't really trying to fuck a gnat
He said I ain't up but he got passed
Too many niggas turning into rats
Yeah we really elevating, every year we make it
If we lose, spin it right back
No we can't take a L, yeah we past that
When I'm talking about weed, I'm talking about the pack
When I talk about us, talking bout the gang
Money blood, yeah it run through my veins
I got two cups just to take out the pain
Two blunts just to pick at my brain
Smoking bloody runtz with this bloody guts
I might barf out all the shit in my veins
Yeah i'm taking the throne like it was my reign
Money in the gym, only getting gains
Yeah she go to school, she just gave me brain
Why not get the stalk if you got the grain
If you wanna get it gotta put in pain
Life is just a game, gotta make your way
Niggas make it up, switch up on the gang
Turning on they fam, give in to the fame
You wanna be rich, gotta make a way
Speak it to the ground, put it on your name
You wanna be up, nigga get a bag, then you flip it back
Spread it for some gain
I can't go back, yeah I'm past that
Going broke, crazy how we passed that
Only up from here, nigga never fear, gotta keep it near
If they test that
Yeah the money too fat diabetic
You ain't speaking on me so forget it
Double D's and she pulled up in Fendi
And I'm about to just take off her yeah yeah
Put the switch on the glock automatic
And my brother got clips like a movie
Try me once and we upping the toolie
I get high and I get a little moody
Getting money, boy you know its counterfeit
Fuck a hoe, cause a nigga been celibate
Shit you doing right now is irrelevant
Up the choppa we making him heaven sent
In the back of the room I record the hits
Too much dirty on me, need to clean it all
Too much money on me, I might keep it all
Plenty bitches on me, do i dream at all
Saving hoes no you never going need to call
Spending money, I ain't been inside the malls
If its up, I might send you right to his door
Fuck a tool, I might clock him right in his jaw
Heavy motion no we never lack at all
You in techs, but a nigga just rocking palms
Bleeding paper, yeah a nigga got money blood
Bleeding paper, yeah a nigga got money blood

Written by:
Fortress Nwankwo

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