Wale - Blood Money 3.5 (Lyrics)

[Verse 1: Wale]

New York get the blood money

Real niggas smoking loud ass weed

Still counting my math, La Marina

Summertime I be in the spot

On the hood shit, smell me niggas, it’s all

DC got love for me

Young niggas sippin’ all that lean (try lowin’ them down)

Real live at the town, they be go-go’d out

And play the let out, smell me, nigga, still flat out, uh

Chilly weather, Balmain with many zipper

I’m ballin’, see my closet a dollar of Penny's in them

And I ain’t talkin’ about no problems

Cause problems get finished quick with ‘em

Niggas ch-ch-chopper br-br-brat in a nigga

Know that the city vicious

Drug dealing right here appealing

Like they some villains and something they had the hero in again, uh

Now here I come and who carries Maryland with ‘em?

The crabs in the bucket?

Fuck it I’ve been aquarium clearin’, uh

Coming through with some young [?] goons

Rest in peace for [?]

Used to rock them Melo number two's

That was ’02, maybe ’03, oh, please

Stop it, you’re origami, I’m finna fold crews

Uh, overseas to the back block

Uh, straight G’s where I’m at [?]

Uh, and we done seen it growing up

When the fiends get they look

They always jukin’ like it’s black rock

Spin it, you know let’s get it

Take this money, I’ma take your bitches

And no I’m not a gangsta, but I stay authentic

That’s why I go up to any place and remain unblemished

[?] I’m great with the lyrics

The niggas upstate saying 'Le niggas tell it like “'Le niggas tell it"

Say the niggas tell ‘em

I swear a nigga heard I ain’t e’er been a wilder

Redbone redbone, well put together

Put it in my cell, I can put it in your belly

Kettering. what’s up? Landover. what’s up?

Roll pass Ardmore. feeling local as fuck

Audemar? keep it on, niggas won’t even touch

When you home and you humble you get a lot of respect

And niggas trappin’ trying to get at all the bread

Get up out of the jungle, get his daughter a bed

Get his son some gear, find a pot he can piss in

So quarters moving back and forth like it's a lottery ticket

And to be honest who gon' want McDonalds position?

No time for chicken nuggets but somehow they find all of the dippers

They slipping

[Clip from Elaine]

Hey. I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten a lot of crap to get where I am today. And I am not throwing it all away now

Blood money (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]

Ah (blood blood)

Daddy, daddy was a legend

Harlem born, money gettin'

'til he pull an armageddon

Trigger brrrr cerebellum

Mellow at the 7/11

Mama had to call the reverend

Daddy teach your hood a lesson from the seven Mac-11

8:30 eight mack ten crack ones

Putting genocide on my Black friends

Richard Porter seen the slaughter

Alpo kinda sorta was a ho

Cause he left the whole hood and he didn’t water, dam

Shit niggas still glorify

He had all the rise

He had all the bitches fucking all the thots

He the man, rocking Dapper Dan

With a gun in hand, Pakistan

I don’t understand how you kill your man (damn)

I don’t understand how you kill your man

Goddamn, how you kill your man over money when

Two Harlem kids in a gang do the devil’s dance

Cause the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance

[Verse 3: Wale]

Fuck niggas taking nothing from me

Sun going down in a town

Ain’t nothing funny

Little buddy

On a corner where a quarter

On the 5-0 and the law

And the mind tripping off the water

Talking to herself in public

I’m looking off of South Florida Avenue

Haven’t you heard of the dealers and loiterers

The trappers and murderers

I could see [?]

Until you see the glory in its own

I don't see you nigga

[?] they can see nigga

They see you on CDs and see you on the scene slipping

You being hot you see I’m Pac

Don’t pee in public

We ain’t seen peace in these parts

No Teen Summit, blood money