Blood All On it Lyrics by Gucci Mane feat. Young Dolph & Key Glock is the latest English song. Blood All On it song lyrics are written by Key Glock, Doughboy Beatz, BandPlay & Gucci Mane while the song is produced by Doughboy Beatz & BandPlay.
Blood All On it Song Details:
| Song: | Blood All On it |
| Singer(s): | Gucci Mane feat. Young Dolph & Key Glock |
| Produced by: | Doughboy Beatz & BandPlay |
| Written by: | Key Glock, Doughboy Beatz, BandPlay & Gucci Mane |
| Label(©): | Gucci Mane |
Blood All On it Lyrics
Let the BandPlay…
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay, ayy!
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)
My young niggas ready to shoot (Down)
‘Cause they ain’t got nothin’ to lose (Down)
He said, it’s fuck everybody and fuck 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 motherfuckin’ shoes
(Racks, 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 (Uh)
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 (Yeah)
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 fuck me (Uh)
Plain Jane Richard Mille,
I told my jeweler, “Bust it”
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)
My young niggas ready to shoot (Down)
‘Cause they ain’t got nothin’ to lose (Down)
He said, it’s fuck everybody and fuck 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 motherfuckin’ shoes (Racks)
At a top, where it get real lonely
Just might put a dub on homie
New Phantom with the forges on it (Forges)
And the paint got blood all on it (Ah)
These niggas ain’t eatin’, they starvin’ (Nah)
I can see ’cause they crew gettin’ boney
These suckers do nothing but clout chase
These boys just some one-trick ponies (Pussys)
Man, this rap game so damn phony
These niggas a bunch of Jabronies (Hoes)
Everything you got, they want it
That’s why I’m still up on it
Just told my hitter, he on it
Nigga better break fast like Shawnee’s
And I got my bag like Tony
These niggas wanna clone me, don’t it? (Huh)
I went from ridin’ a V12, switched
it up and now my motor electric (Switched it up)
I stacked up way more millions
than haters expected
You gotta shoot for your respect,
that’s how you send a message (Paow, paow)
You gotta do what you gotta do to
keep family protected (It’s Gucci)
Cash-out when I want it, yeah (Huh)
These bitches know how I’m comin’, yeah
These niggas know how I’m comin’, yeah (Yeah)
The bitches know how I’m comin’
(Why they call you Tony?)
‘Cause I pop shit by my lonely (Fah)
Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah
Money got blood all on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I’m the one, not the two (Two),
I turn a one to a two (Two)
I’m havin’ racks, yeah, I got the bag,
yeah, I put the bag on you, you
I put the bag on you too,
inside my Hellcat ragù
I’m goin’ nuts, I keep me a tool (Yeah),
they like this young nigga a loose screw
Yeah (Draco), took the doors off my McLaren,
put it on my Urus, ayy (Phew, phew, phew)
Don’t compare me to no rapper
’cause these niggas weird, ayy
They done pissed me off,
it’s codeine all up in my urine, ayy
When it come to shootin’ shit,
my jumper be the purest
Cash-out if I want it (Bitch, for real, though)
The money got blood all on it (Yeah, for real, though)
The money got blood all on it, yeah (Yeah)
The money got blood all on it (For real, though, yeah)
Bad bitch with me on it (For real, though)
Nigga wanna beat me, don’t it? (Huh, hah)
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Yeah, yeah, hey)
My young niggas ready to shoot (Down)
‘Cause they ain’t got nothin’ to lose (Down)
He said, it’s fuck everybody and fuck 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 motherfuckin’ shoes (Racks)