Fed Charge

Album cover art for "Fed Charge" by Blood Money

Blood Money - Rap, Chicago Drill

Fed Charge

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[Intro] Yeah, Blood Squad, this a message, man To all the Police stations and CIA, man I got bond money, man, y'all tweakin' Yeah, bitch [Chorus] What are you lookin' for? I know what you lookin' for You ain't gon' find it, not the way that you lookin' for See, I done told you I'm the one with them bulletproof I sold 'em a week ago and I bought me a Range Rover What are you lookin' for? I know what you lookin' for You ain't gon' find it, not the way that you lookin' for See, I done told you I'm the one with the bulletproof I sold 'em a week ago and I bought me a Range Rover What you lookin' for? [Verse 1] Hey! You got a warrant before you searchin'? Possession is nine-tenths of the law and make you worth it I'm not a dummy, you buggin', I love you comin' You bogus, get ready to pay me a whole lotta money Everything you destroy, you will replace it My boy callin' the Police station 'cause I'm impatient Somebody gave you some bogus information I got checks thumbs to show you my legal occupation And get them fuckin' german shepards out my kitchen They 'posed to be drugs sniffin', why they in the corner pissin'? Pay attention! This a dangerous position This situation can lead to family members missin' I don't make threats, I send promises Get your whole family bodies in Jeffrey Dahmer shit You a gangsta 'cause you workin' for the government? If you only knew who you fuckin' with [Chorus] What are you lookin' for? I know what you lookin' for You ain't gon' find it, not the way that you lookin' for See, I done told you I'm the one with them bulletproof I sold 'em a week ago and I bought me a Range Rover What are you lookin' for? I know what you lookin' for You ain't gon' find it, not the way that you lookin' for See, I done told you I'm the one with the bulletproof I sold 'em a week ago and I bought me a Range Rover What you lookin' for? [Verse 2] I pull up in that foreign, get to blowin', I'm scorin' You can have your baby momma back, shawty, she borin' I jump out a hunnid shots, get to sprayin', I'm known Everybody in your crowd gon' be dead in the morning Heard you lookin' for me so I'm lookin' for you I'ma savage ass animal, grew up in the zoo Try to pack me, you through, start chokin', you blew You was dead from the beginning, shit, I already knew I flew out of my coupe, send a battle to my troup Now I'm steppin' over niggas, got 'em under my boot Had the coke in my shoes, ridin' low in my coupe Probably me and my boo blowin' dope off troups I flew out of my coupe, send a bottle to my troup Now I'm steppin' over niggas, got 'em under my boot Had the coke in my shoes, ridin' low in my coupe Probably me and my boo blowin' dope off troups [Chorus] What are you lookin' for? I know what you lookin' for You ain't gon' find it, not the way that you lookin' for See, I done told you I'm the one with them bulletproof I sold 'em a week ago and I bought me a Range Rover What are you lookin' for? I know what you lookin' for You ain't gon' find it, not the way that you lookin' for See, I done told you I'm the one with the bulletproof I sold 'em a week ago and I bought me a Range Rover What you lookin' for?

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  • Mista Midnight
  • Blood Money