[Hook: SD/Blood Money]
These n***as talk about money, but they never seem to got it
Man this shit don't make no sense
I fucked a lot of n***a's hoes
Got money by the load
Seen money, so I had get rich
I been whippin all week
I ain't had no sleep
Got a hunnid 8-balls on the strip
Got an alley full of cluckers
I'm a bad mothafucka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip

[Verse 1: Blood Money]
Call me "Blood the Mechanic"
Way I'm whippin that candy
Fiens can't understand it
Got yo' bitch out her panties
Strapped up at the Grammy's
N***as live with they Mammy
Give no fuck, I'm with the shit, banana clip at his family
I'm a dog wit it
All y'all gettin it
Kill all witness'
Bond outta prison
Got down, got the crack pot back-flippin
Water whippin, 3 fo' 10, fiens say I'm trippin
Nah, I ain't trippin, b-bullet holes drippin
I'm a Goon, been a Goon, y'all Scottie Pippen
Get a n***a knocked down from the penitentiary
Pop a pill, fuck a deal, Savage Squad livin

[Hook]

[Verse 2: SD]
See me, I be different, all that stuntin' on hoes
I'm gettin' kinda fat because I ain't doing low
These bitches want me, she know her boy won't Glo
This money coming in, I got yo miss on a boat
This shit just crazy, cause you might get smoked
And you might not live another night
You got a gun and a knife
We got 2 30's, wanna fight?
Boy yo ass might lose another life
These n***as talk about money, but they never seem to got it
If we rob em do we leave his ass slump?
These n***as talk about money, but I always wonder
"if we rob him do we leave his ass wit nothin?"

[Hook]