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Ransom Drug Money Lyrics

Last updated: 05/03/2013 06:50:44 PM

(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)
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)
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 yall 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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