Big K.R.I.T. - Blood Money lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Blood Money lyrics

[Hook:] n***as gettin' in my way, don't wanna see me get paid Blood money, same place that n***a talk be the same place that n***a lay Blood money, keep the heater close to me, it gets cold off in these streets Blood money, can't starve watching n***as eat, I'm takin' food out the belly of the beast [Verse:] I reign supreme, give me the cream or I'm shootin' Pistol whip the driver in the head just for movin' I got the scoop From this ho that I knew She talked about the lick As she s**ed on my dick I called up my big bro, couldn't do it solo Late night mission, so I popped a couple (?) Ski mask and black glove, I hit 'em with the fire If n***as actin' tough then we takin' n***as lives The play was in motion, I grabbed the n***a ear (?) The stupid n***a (?), the chrome millimeter Extra clips in case a n***a in the bushes Tear through him like tissue, I leave his chest mushy The hit was spectacular, miraculous Scored some keys, now I'm feelin' fabulous 100 thou in the duffle I'm leavin' n***as muffled No witnesses for the sh** we did Butch Ca**idy and the Sundance Kid Got a house being built, so I stack them bricks I'm livin' large, Lambos in garage Credit is A1, no more knives and guns sh** was gravy, I got a little lazy n***as start talkin' in that hood, b**h page me Raided a spot with AKs and Glocks They got her and her boyfriend tied up at the docks She ain't know who to call so she call my phone Now they ask you who done it? So you call my phone Hang up, grab the banger, threw Biggie in the changer I'm seein' cars pull up, so I know I'm sensing danger Get on the phone, call my big bro up Yo, we got beef over cheese and it ain't cold cut He (?) no surprise, wipe the cold from your eyes Either rally the troops or your little brother dies Blood money! [Hook:]

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