BLOOD MONEY

I want art money I want trap money I want porn money I want street money Only fans money I want arab money I want his money Her money Rap money Damn Let me go off talkin' shit Told her to shut the fuck up because money is on my list Addicted to numbers I was born to be a pimp Baby I love you more then money just stop being a bitch I got no respect Fuck an ex Old bitch put her self in a mess Stupid bitch sucked more then eight dicks now that a hoe Put the disease in the past I'm on the train goin' fast Like how she did in the past like damn They like damn jas all you do is talk that shit But you lame motherfuckers won't ever run all that shit Gossip and drama You fuckers stuck into trama When I'm focused on the Mula Number one rula I need more money like bezo Eatin' good steak yo In the rap game I'm choosin' how I play hoe Fuck a record label I'm makin' my bag Beat the system as I hit it from the back Gringos like lil boy relax Bust a virus in this bitch I'll rub it in your face Stupid motherfuckers still chasin' mistakes Keep a gun keep a blade Seven years in this bitch I never tapped out Got so many rhymes never felt rapped out Watch a pussy pass out Damn man Jas out here really out just destroying rappers man Fuck man And he fucked my bitch Ahh Ima keep it real I know I'm an asshole Poke you where it hurts if you start the battle Why you emotional all about feelings Pussy boy not focused never on the teachings I'm one step ahead I could never behind Silly goose takin' his time When I'm ahead of my time Threw the day and night In the studio workin' over nights Shine you out till you burn out to the sky You stupid motherfucker mad cause' I'm about this shit Insecurities got you feelin' like you ain't part of my shit But really you need hop off my dick And get a life Mindful lil bitch finger tweetin' to get the message right Mess with the kid from the wild wild west Me and my homies keep a tech And put a bullet to your neck Show no mercy to the enemy They act like they friends with me Could never try to play with me Talkin' but not face to me I got so many rhymes and versus And curses Fake thrown at me I'm always swerving Old bitches I'm curvin' Fuck the perfect Broke boy on some rich shit Cut the tracks and push the kilos now we lifted I feel like pablo when im in the kitchen I feel like pablo when the money comes in I feel like pablo when the cash this thick I feel like pablo when I make her listen Im finna boss up like Robert De Niro I've always dreamed to be a pharaoh Never to be like those pendejos Castles and woman living in heaven Since my past life's they found a way to get it Dumb fucks never learned to keep it But some how discovered the secrets They spent money on hookers and drugs Lost in the sauce and never shared a couple bucks Rule number don't get high on your own supply Right? Ahh