A$AP Ferg - Blood Money 3.5 lyrics

[Verse 1: Wale] New York get the blood money Real n***as smoking loud a** weed Still counting my math, La Marina Summertime I be in the spot On the hood sh**, smell me n***as, it's all DC got love for me Young n***as sippin' all that lean (try slowin' them down) Real live at the town, they be go-go'd out I play the let out, smell me, n***a, still flat out, uh Chilly weather, Balmain with many zipper I'm ballin', see my closet a dollar of Penny's in them And ain't talkin' about no problems Cause problems get finished quick with ‘em n***as ch-ch-chopper brat-tat-tat any n***a Know that the city vicious Drug dealing right here appealing Like they some villains or something they at the hero in again, uh Now here I come and who carries Maryland with ‘em? The crabs in the bucket? f** it I've been aquarium clearin', uh Coming through with some young Surulere goons Rest in peace to Boo Used to rock them Melo number two's That was '02, maybe '03, oh, please Stop it, you're Origami, I'm finna fold crews Uh, overseas to the back block Uh, straight G's where I'm at Bob Uh, and we done seen it growing up When the fiends get they look They always jukin' like it's black rock Spin it, you know let's get it Take this money, I'ma take your b**hes And no I'm not a gangsta, but I stay authentic That's why I go up to any place and remain unblemished 8 for the tennis, I'm great with the lyrics The n***as upstate saying "'Le n***as tellin'" like “'Le n***as tell it" Say the n***as tell ‘em I swear a n***a heard I ain't e'er been a weller Redbone redbone, well put together Put it in my cell, I can put it in your belly Kentland. what's up? Landover. what's up? Roll pa** Ardmore, feeling local as f** Audemar keep it on, n***as won't even touch When you home and you humble you get a lot of respect And n***as trappin' trying to get at all the bread Get up out of the jungle, get his daughter a bed Get his son some gear, find a pot he can piss in So quarters moving back and forth like it's a lottery ticket And to be honest who gon' want McDonalds position? No time for chicken nuggets but somehow they find all the dippers They slipping [Clip from Elaine] Hey. I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten a lot of crap to get where I am today. And I am not throwing it all away now Blood money (yeah yeah) [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Ah (blood blood) Daddy, daddy was a legend Harlem born, money gettin' 'til he pull an armageddon Trigger brrrr cerebellum Mellow at the 7/11 Mama had to call the reverend Daddy teach your hood a lesson from the seven Mac-11 8:30 eight mack ten crack ones Putting genocide on my Black friends Richard Porter seen the slaughter Alpo kinda sorta was a ho Cause he left the whole hood in heated water, damn sh** n***as still glorify He had all the rides He had all the b**hes f**ing all the thots He the man, rocking Dapper Dan With a gun in hand, Pakistan I don't understand how you k** your man (damn) I don't understand how you k** your man Goddamn, how you k** your man over money when Two Harlem kids in a gang do the devil's dance Cause the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance [Verse 3: Wale] f** n***as taking nothing from me Sun going down in a town, ain't nothing funny Little buddy on a corner with a quarter On 'em, father with the law and the the mom trippin' off the water Talking to herself in public I'm looking out South Florida Avenue Haven't you heard of the dealers and loiterers The trappers and murderers I could see Sursum Corda from the Mandarin Orien Tal, you see the glory in this? I don't see it n***a They keep it G, you can't see it, n***a They see you on tees and see you on the scene slipping You being hot, you see I'm Pac Don't be in public We ain't seen peace in these parts Since Teen Summit, blood money