Artist: Wale & A-Trak f/ A$AP Ferg Album: Festivus Song: Blood Money 3.5 Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Wale] New York get the blood money, real niggas smokin' loud ass weed Still countin' 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 slowin' them down) Real live at the town, they be go-go'd out I 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, brat-tat-tat any nigga Know that the city vicious, drug dealin' right here appealin' Like they some villains or somethin', they at 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, comin' 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 growin' up When the fiends get they look, they always jukin' like it’s black rock Spend it, you know let's get it, uh 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 Eight for the tennis, I'm great with the lyrics The niggas upstate sayin' "Le niggas tellin'" like "Le niggas tell it" Yeah, say the niggas tell 'em I swear a nigga heard I ain't never 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 pass Ardmore feelin' 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' tryin' 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 movin' 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 slippin', uh (blood money, blood, blood, blood) [Interlude: excerpt from the TV show "Seinfeld"] "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" {*beat changes*} [Wale] Blood money, blood money, blood blood [A$AP Ferg] Yeah yeah, ahh - WOOF! Daddy, daddy was a legend, Harlem born, money gettin' 'Til he pull an armageddon, trigger (blrrrt!) 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 Puttin' genocide on my black friends Richard Porter seen the slaughter Alpo kinda sorta was a hoe cause he left the whole hood in heated water Damn, shit niggas still glorify He had all the rides, he had all the bitches fuckin' all the thots He the man rockin' 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 bands? Two Harlem kids in a gang do the Devil dance Cause the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance [Wale] Blood, look Fuck niggas takin' nothin' from me Sun goin' down in a town where ain't nothin' funny Little buddy on a corner with a quarter on him Father with the law and the the mom trippin' off the water Talkin' to herself in public I'm lookin' 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 nigga! They keep it G, you can't see it, nigga They see you on tees and see you on the scene slippin' You bein' hot, you see I'm Pac, don't be in public We ain't seen peace around these parts since Teen Summit, blood money