Drug Lord

Lyrics

[Chorus: Blood Money] They got me living, feeling like a drug lord Drug lord 20 scorpians, all I want is 200 for them You want 200 for them I get them in, them bitches be going Baltimore They going Baltimore Tryna rob me motherfucker, but I ain't going I ain't going If I don't know you, I don't trust you, you might be informant You can be informant My bitch, my whip, my fits all foreign All foreign We 'bout to show you how to make a mill, brainstorm Brainstorm Have that money ready for I [?] [?] [Verse 1: Gino Marley] All this work in my spot, I'm a drug lord Got money in every room, on every floor Bad bitches back to working, and my driver make a tour And I'm on a paper chase, till my feet get sore Glocks and macs when it's time for war Got custom cars, and the insides got stash galore Trap spots, just tap thе door More bags than the grocery storе If we ever shoot, we score And I'm spending money, cause I'm making more Drug lords got connects from across the border And I'm spending money, cause I'm making more Drug lords got connects from across the border I been money hunting since my feet touched the floor All this money on me, but I chase for more I been money hunting since my feet touched the floor All this money on me, but I chase for more [Chorus: Blood Money] They got me living, feeling like a drug lord Drug lord 20 scorpians, all I want is 200 for them You want 200 for them I get [?] them bitches be going [?] They [?] [?] motherfucker, but I ain't going I ain't going If I don't know you, I don't trust you, you might be [?] You can be [?] My bitch, my whip, my fits all foreign All foreign We 'bout to show you how to make a mill, brainstorm Brainstorm Have that money ready for I [?] [?] [Verse 2: Blood Money] They got me feeling like Tony, when he was talking to Sosa Get his big homie in, then he took it over Masterminded and plotted, got that chip on my shoulder Riding Raris and Rovers, me, Fredo and Sosa My connect, he from Cuba, run up on him, I shoot ya I'm a 300 savage, selling crack out the cooler Bullets to your medulla, but don't you reach for my cooler Johnny Dang my jewler Hit his pockets with mulla [?] rabbit manure Gino Marley'll do ya But run up on me, I'll screw ya Call up Boosa Da Shoota He pull up on a scooter Get to bussin, you snoozing You get hit with that uzi That's the end of your movement [?] rabbit manure Gino Marley'll do ya But run up on me, I'll screw ya Call up Boosa Da Shoota [?] the scooter [?] snoozing You get hit with that uzi That's the end of your movement [Chorus: Blood Money] They got me living, feeling like a drug lord Drug lord 20 scorpians, all I want is 200 for them You want 200 for them I get [?] them bitches be going [?] They [?] [?] motherfucker, but I ain't going I ain't going If I don't know you, I don't trust you, you might be [?] You can be [?] My bitch, my whip, my fits all foreign All foreign We 'bout to show you how to make a mill, brainstorm Brainstorm Have that money ready for I [?] [?]