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 b*tches be going Baltimore
They going Baltimore
Tryna rob me motherf*cker, 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 b*tch, 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 b*tches 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 b*tches be going [?]
They [?]
[?] motherf*cker, 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 b*tch, 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 b*tches be going [?]
They [?]
[?] motherf*cker, 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 b*tch, 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 [?]
[?]