Ransom - Drug Money Lyrics
[feat. Papi Storz][Intro:]Hold the ***** up man,It's what they want, they came for them bars man, nothing lessThey came for them bars manHit em with that pain,Let's go, Ransom, Big Mike, let's goBring that shit in[Verse 1:]Don of the coast, sippin Dom on a boatThe calmest approach, even when I'm palming the toastWe're starving and broke, then I just started carving the clothesPardon my throat, a little whore still the brothers torchFeel the force, niggas is dead, that's why I feel remorseNiggas lost, Henny, Gravano, hollows and killing boysChilling floss comfortably,Laid back, in a lap of luxuryWhere the crackers love to be,Niggas have to ***** with meRemember when my niggas couldn't afford timberlandsCoach too little so we was tremblingWe ain't had dinner then, living off adrenalineNow I'm with Serena and Venus playing at WimbledonUsed to be a simpletonNow I got knowledge like oriental menPulitzer prize and I got it penciled inAward winner, I teach em the game like Sports CenterI feed em the pain before dinnerSon is a raw sinner, shot to that hollow coreSharp niggas get Chris Brown the soon as them bottles tossedI'm *****in with model whores, Giselle BunchenThem shells dumpin, them dogs is out, they smell something[Hook: x2]Drug money, dripping in blood moneyThug money, hope you ain't holding a grudge moneySlug money, niggas ain't takin this grub from meIf you try just be ready to die, I love money[Verse 2:]I love money too, back when I was 22Running with a hungry crew, I was looking bummy tooThen I hit my nigga Ran, after that yo nigga blewGot a route from one and not south, back to 22I had to get a plate, time so set the record straightGot to put my city on, orange boy, one awayChyeah, and that's just half of the storyMy nigga Ran already gave ya'll the pain and the gloryI've got the souls to the gangsters before me*****es I used to lust then now we got in a orgyNah, don't applaud meJust make a toast for stores and the last donLight your cigars, playing cards, my nigga carry onOur bond's stronger than the roids up in buried bondsPinky ring bling, chain swing, got that heavy charmYou see em, I never been irrelevantSo hoes blow longer than the nose on an elephantI never gave a ***** so I remain celibateI'm here for the moola, the money, the dead presidentsIf you ain't built for this life, homie better pass thatBefore I put the strap to your head like the snap backYour pass whack, talking like you really stash crackIn the crack of your ass until you get yo ass crackedSee this is hip-hop and we don't fabricateLet me elaborate, I swear that these rappers fake[Hook: x2]Drug money, dripping in blood moneyThug money, hope you ain't holding a grudge moneySlug money, niggas ain't takin this grub from meIf you try just be ready to die, I love money
