CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : BLOOD ON THIS MONEY

(Michigan Meech)

I got blood on this money, had to kill just to get it
Took my b*t*h to Miami 'cause she want some brand new t**ties (Mwah)
Make it rain in the bar, I only did it for the strippers (Let's get it)
Bro gon' go up top on you for the free 'cause that's my n***a (That's my dog)
I'm smokin' on an opp, this weed ain't come in a pack
I'm the king of the trap, put a hollow in his hat (Bah)
Put a bounty on myself 'cause the city had a rat
I call this new mix I got Will Smith 'cause it slap

She took the fat out her stomach and they put it in her a** (Damn)
If I ran off on you once, bro, I changed, that's the past (My bad)
Is we talkin' 'bout designer? Can we state some Fendi facts? (Fendi facts)
Fendi shirt, Fendi hat (Fendi hat), hit the set, give me that (Yeah)
All a n***a see is hate through these iced-out Cartiers (Ice, ice, ice)
Sticks all through the house, b*t*h, my crib look like an army base (Like the navy)
New b*t*h so raw, got my ex-b*t*h with the salty face (She the one)
I just took some Tris and I poured it in my lemonade
Bro done put a lil' piece on my AR, now it's fully (Drrt)
Grab my Chrome Heart hoodie, hit your block like a bully
If a b*t*h had me and she lost me, then she stupid
I be runnin' up racks in my sleep when I don't do sh*t
Somehow, I mixed the dope, now it's blue, I'm Frank Lucas
I hit the fetty two times and it fell, I'm Zab Judah (Grr)
My b*t*h in here matchin' me, we both got on Louis (Both got on Louis, dummy)
My fiend want a fix, bought a bag for my b*t*h (B*t*h)
Put an AP on my wrist, you ain't even got a kit (Ice, you ain't got one)
Lil' bro a hundred pounds, he can barely hold the stick (He can barely hold that b*t*h)
I can send a hundred pounds if you give me an address (Give me one)
Everything bustdown, I don't f**k with stainless
I can make the snow fall, boy, I'm like Franklin
Whippin' fiends' plates, somebody pa** me an apron (Give me one)
At a half a ticket already and it's April
Told the n***a don't watch me, go and watch some cable (Watch TV, boy)
When I say, "Who got the syrup?" I ain't talkin' 'bout no maple (Stupid)
I say I'm buyin' jeans, I ain't talkin' 'bout from Maple (Who got them b*t*hes?)
I got blood on this money, had to kill just to get it (Got blood on this money)
Took my b*t*h to Miami 'cause she want some brand new t**ties (Woo)
Make it rain in the bar, I only did it for the strippers (Make it rain)
Bro gon' go up top on you for the free 'cause that's my n***a (That's my dog)
I'm smokin' on an opp, this weed ain't come in a pack (Michigan Meech)
I'm the king of the trap, put a hollow in his hat (Baow)
Put a bounty on myself 'cause the city had a rat (That cost me a thousand)
I call this new mix I got Will Smith 'cause it slap (Slap your a**, boy)