[Intro: Juicy J]
It's Blood Money
Yeah, ho

[Chorus: Juicy J & 2 Pistols]
I want all the kush (Kush), I want all the bottles (Bottles)
I want all the cash, I wanna fuck all the models
(Greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Gr-greedy)
(Greedy, greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Juicy J, I want it all)
I want all the kush (Kush, uh-huh), I want all the bottles (Bottles, uh-huh)
I want all the cash (Yes, sir), I wanna fuck all the models
(Greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Gr-greedy)
(Greedy, greedy) I want it all, I want it all

[Verse 1: 2 Pistols]
All the-all these bad bitches in my section, salute
When-when I leave the club straight flexin', no roof
Big house suite brand of protection, come through
I’m only in town for the night, snooze, you lose
2 Pistols, I get dough, Juicy J my kinfolk
Trip-trippin', trippin', trippin', just relax and blow this kush, ho
I’m bouncin' on these n***as, you a worker, pretender
Giuseppe my shoes, Givenchy fit to go with 'em
My clique full of them killers, mon-mon-money makin' go-getters
Came a long way from dope dealin', st-still focused up on these millions
Want it all, want it all, whoever act I offend, fuck y'all-y'all
I’m greedy, I’m greedy, mon-money, pussy, good weed, I need it-need it
[Chorus: Juicy J & 2 Pistols]
I want all the kush (Kush, yeah), I want all the bottles (Bottles, yeah)
I want all the cash, I wanna fuck all the models
(Greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Gr-greedy)
(Greedy, greedy) I want it all, I want it all (I want it all)
I want all the kush (Kush, yeah), I want all the bottles (Bottles, yeah)
I want all the cash, I wanna fuck all the models
(Greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Greedy)
(Greedy, greedy) I want it all, I want it all

[Verse 2: 2 Pistols]
I got twenty-five model broads, we be textin'
They all prayin' to they God that I bless 'em
Mon-money, yeah, I talk fluent, you a broke n***a goin' through it
Spend a hunnid bands on Jordans, and I only wear 'em I’m recordin'
Just a young n***a from Florida, used to get it from 'cross the water
Can’t pick enough, I want more of, everything, everything
Hunnid bottles, let's turn up, bounce that ass, bitch, go dumb
Fifty thousand ones, throw them, salute to the made n***as in here
Kush too loud, the haters, I can’t hear them, in them red bottoms, I’m killin' them
Coulda-coulda fucked your bitch, I wasn’t feelin' her, but your-but your lil' sister, I’m drillin' her
My Rolex, I like the billin' up, money stacked tall to the ceilin' up
I’m ballin' bitch, can’t give a fuck, in-in the fast lane, tastin' more bucks

[Chorus: Juicy J & 2 Pistols]
I want all the kush (Kush, yeah), I want all the bottles (Bottles, yeah)
I want all the cash, I wanna fuck all the models
(Greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Gr-greedy)
(Greedy, greedy) I want it all, I want it all (I want it all)
I want all the kush (Kush, yeah), I want all the bottles (Bottles, yeah)
I want all the cash, I wanna fuck all the models
(Greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Greedy)
(Greedy, greedy) I want it all, I want it all
I want all the kush (Kush, yeah), I want all the bottles (Bottles, yeah)
I want all the cash, I wanna fuck all the models
(Greedy) I want it all, I want it all (Gr-greedy)
(Greedy, greedy) I want it all, I want it all (I want it all)
I want all the kush (Kush, yeah), I want all the bottles (Bottles, yeah)
I want all the cash, I wanna fuck all the models
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all