Blood Money 3.5 Lyrics - Wale

New York get the blood money 

Real niggas smoking loud ass weed 

Still counting my math, La Marina 

Summertime I be in the spot 

On the hood shit, smell me niggas, it's all 

DC got love for me 

Young niggas sippin' all that lean (try lowin' them down) 

Real live at the town, they be go-go'd out 

And play the let out, smell me, nigga, still flat out, uh 

Chilly weather, Balmain with many zipper 

I'm ballin', see my closet a dollar of Penny's in them 

And I ain't talkin' about no problems 

Cause problems get finished quick with 'em 

Niggas ch-ch-chopper br-br-brat in a nigga 

Know that the city vicious 

Drug dealing right here appealing 

Like they some villains and something they had the hero in again, uh 

Now here I come and who carries Maryland with 'em? 

The crabs in the bucket? 

Fuck it I've been aquarium clearin', uh 

Coming through with some young Surulere goons 

Rest in peace for [?] 

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 [?] 

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 bitches 

And no I'm not a gangsta, but I stay authentic 

That's why I go up to any place and remain unblemished 

The niggas upstate saying 'Le niggas tell it like "'Le niggas tell it" 

Say the niggas tell 'em 

I swear a nigga heard I ain't e'er been a wilder 

Redbone redbone, well put together 

Put it in my cell, I can put it in your belly 

Kettering. what's up? Landover. what's up? 

Roll pass Ardmore. feeling local as fuck 

Audemar? keep it on, niggas won't even touch 

When you home and you humble you get a lot of respect 

And niggas 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 of the dippers 

They slipping 

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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) 

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 and he didn't water, dam 

Shit niggas still glorify 

He had all the rise 

He had all the bitches fucking all the thots 

He the man, rocking Dapper Dan 

With a gun in hand, Pakistan 

I don't understand how you kill your man (damn) 

I don't understand how you kill your man 

Goddamn, how you kill 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 

Fuck niggas taking nothing from me 

Sun going down in a town 

Ain't nothing funny 

Little buddy 

On a corner where a quarter 

On the 5-0 and the law 

And the mind tripping off the water 

Talking to herself in public 

I'm looking off of South Florida Avenue 

Haven't you heard of the dealers and loiterers 

The trappers and murderers 

I could see [?] 

Until you see the glory in its own 

I don't see you nigga 

[?] they can see nigga 

You being hot you see I'm Pac 

Don't pee in public 

We ain't seen peace in these parts 

No Teen Summit, blood money