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Ransom
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Drug Money
[feat. Papi Storz]
[Intro:] Hold the fuck up man, It's what they want, they came for them bars man, nothing less They came for them bars man Hit em with that pain, Let's go, Ransom, Big Mike, let's go Bring that shit in
[Verse 1:] Don of the coast, sippin Dom on a boat The calmest approach, even when I'm palming the toast We're starving and broke, then I just started carving the clothes Pardon my throat, a little whore still the brothers torch Feel the force, niggas is dead, that's why I feel remorse Niggas lost, Henny, Gravano, hollows and killing boys Chilling floss comfortably, Laid back, in a lap of luxury Where the crackers love to be, Niggas have to fuck with me Remember when my niggas couldn't afford timberlands Coach too little so we was trembling We ain't had dinner then, living off adrenaline Now I'm with Serena and Venus playing at Wimbledon Used to be a simpleton Now I got knowledge like oriental men Pulitzer prize and I got it penciled in Award winner, I teach em the game like Sports Center I feed em the pain before dinner Son is a raw sinner, shot to that hollow core Sharp niggas get Chris Brown the soon as them bottles tossed I'm fuckin with model whores, Giselle Bunchen Them shells dumpin, them dogs is out, they smell something
[Hook: x2] Drug money, dripping in blood money Thug money, hope you ain't holding a grudge money Slug money, niggas ain't takin this grub from me If you try just be ready to die, I love money
[Verse 2:] I love money too, back when I was 22 Running with a hungry crew, I was looking bummy too Then I hit my nigga Ran, after that yo nigga blew Got a route from one and not south, back to 22 I had to get a plate, time so set the record straight Got to put my city on, orange boy, one away Chyeah, and that's just half of the story My nigga Ran already gave ya'll the pain and the glory I've got the souls to the gangsters before me Bitches I used to lust then now we got in a orgy Nah, don't applaud me Just make a toast for stores and the last don Light your cigars, playing cards, my nigga carry on Our bond's stronger than the roids up in buried bonds Pinky ring bling, chain swing, got that heavy charm You see em, I never been irrelevant So hoes blow longer than the nose on an elephant I never gave a fuck so I remain celibate I'm here for the moola, the money, the dead presidents If you ain't built for this life, homie better pass that Before I put the strap to your head like the snap back Your pass whack, talking like you really stash crack In the crack of your ass until you get yo ass cracked See this is hip-hop and we don't fabricate Let me elaborate, I swear that these rappers fake
[Hook: x2] Drug money, dripping in blood money Thug money, hope you ain't holding a grudge money Slug money, niggas ain't takin this grub from me If you try just be ready to die, I love money
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