[Intro]
IceRocks

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
Blood on the money (Uh-huh, uh-huh), we got blood on the money (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We got blood on the money (Yeah)
For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money (Got that bag, n***a)
Blood on the money, we got blood on the money
We got blood on the money (It's gon' hurt you)
For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
We got blood on the money (Yo, look)

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm talking business having deep discussions
This gamе come with consequencеs, repercussions
I fed my family off a brick and illegal hustles (Yeah)
'Cause they haters get a kick off of seein' you struggle (I can tell)
They say it in they songs, but they ain't livin' it (They ain't livin' it)
I got a broad in every state I ever visited (Every state I ever visited)
The coupe small, got me bendin' down to fit in it (Uh-huh)
And life's a bitch, once she leave, ain't no rekindlin', nah
White blocks on the white table (White table)
Drinkin' white label, n***a, and I ain't talkin' white Legos
A bullet to your head quite fatal (Brrt)
Get your money and mind you motherfuckin' business and it might save you
You know this rap shit was life-saving (It was)
I couldn't take it, e'ry night I heard gunshots and dice shaking
I met a plug in the feds on some white cases
And I heard you met your plug in the white pages (Rah)
[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
We got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
Blood on the money, we got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
We got blood on the money

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Oh, you know, got my beard speakin' Moroccan
I ain't in the spot unless n***as lettin' the block in
I need thirty-five comps, forty-five buckets
Eight trays of wings, half bones, half nuggets
Son, my n***as chillin' in a literal sense
Lookin' frigid, never timid, plus the grill is intense
Better believe that, get shot above your kneecap
If we forced to put on a mask like it's a CPAP
I take Pellegrino over Patrón
By myself gettin' money, I be sober alone
Such a scholarly champion, take my advice
Become your own connect and get work half the price
You work half your life, better do it for yourself
I ain't tryna make no fortune for someone else, uh
I don't wanna grow up, I been famous
A big baby settin' up shop like Glen Davis, uh
[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
We got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
Blood on the money, we got blood on the money
We got blood on the money
For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot
And make it home with the blood on the money
We got blood on the money

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, you know them— you know them beats that cry to you
Shout out Icerocks, that's one of them fuckin' beats that cry to you