letra de blood money - j. sula
[chorus]
if you ain’t ’bout ya money, don’t talk to me
if you can’t peel out for some paper, don’t walk to me
i got needs, i keep things clean
the things i seen, i prolly need to pop a couple ritalin
[verse 1]
yeah, i could pop some ritalin
wait a couple hours, you could tell me how you feelin’ then
lay a sport coat out for you like a gentleman
flying overseas feeling like i’m andrew zimmern, yah
uh, i went out for some dinner then
seen a bum was selling out his soul all for some chicken and
he looked up, i saw into the eyes of a sinner, d-mn
sh-t was awky like i channeled david schwimmer, man
and ya light been lookin’ dimmer, man
running out of gas, i been going through the ringer, fam
grew up in the ‘burbs, now cuzzo’s a right-winger, d-mn
controversial guy, tryna figure who you hittin’, man?
you can’t hit me, b-tch
i hit my sh-t, then turn around and hit that trick
she popped her fist, she p-ssed off ’cause she just missed
i got the gist, she said she wanna slit my wrist
in my defense, i told her i would split her sh-t
her britch too big
that’s when she tried to hit my lip
but slipped in sh-t
i left her with her head in the fence, dawg
chronicles of a pimp, you dig?
[chorus]
if you ain’t ’bout ya money, don’t talk to me
if you can’t peel out for some paper, don’t walk to me
i got dreams, behind those scenes
if you examined me, you’ll probably end up
finding where the villain is
[verse 2]
i never really asked if you was into this
thousand-yard-stare as i kept maintaining my innocence
i could bring tidings as gladdening as st. nicholas
or i could be as krampus, and a tad bit more villainous
i’m only in it for the c.r.e.a.m
if you could see what i see, then you would know what i mean
blood spilled for cash, blood money on the countertop
only take uppers ’cause i was used to being down a lot
rolling up, igniting, inhaling up in the mountain lodge
then blowing out like dr. mann forgot to seal the outer lock, sh-t
that’s a sp-ce bar, too highbrow for ya
tap the sp-cebar and pause it, how do i sound for ya?
i got the product and the market
and i’ma deliver long as i get my deposit
i been stacking bread like slabs of stone they had at babel
got the golden ticket, i’ll redeem it at the raffle
i check my calendar, it’s my day
daily winnings for the kid, from sat-rday to friday
only took defeats until i started living my way
now it’s fetta sprinkles raining down on my plate, b-tch
[chorus]
if you ain’t ’bout ya money, don’t talk to me
if you can’t peel out for some paper, don’t walk to me
i got dreams, behind those scenes
if you examined me, you’ll probably end up
finding where the villain is
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