Blood All On It Lyrics
[Intro: Young Dolph]
Let the band play
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 beat me, don't it?
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph]
My young niggas ready to shoot (Down)
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (Down)
He said, it's f*ck everybody and f*ck everything, he got somethin' to prove (Down)
In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'еm)
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox, hеll nah, that don't make no motherf*ckin' shoes (Racks)
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
(Ayy, what you do, nigga?)
Took a 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, mane, I just broke my scale
Lil cous' 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
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 million)
I got on too much ice, she caught the flu when she f*ck me (Uh)
Plain Jane Richard Mille, I told my jeweler, "Bust it"
[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 beat me, don't it?
With the money got blood all on it
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Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph]
My young niggas ready to shoot (Down)
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose (Down)
He said, it's f*ck everybody and f*ck everything, he got somethin' to prove (Down)
In the trenches pullin' moves (Got 'em)
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox, hell nah, that don't make no motherf*ckin' shoes (Racks)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
At a top, where it get real lonely
Just might put a dub on homie
New Phantom with the forges on it
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