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You know how I love money
It's Blood Money, baby

For—foreign whip, foreign b*t*h, bl—blowin' on that exotic sh*t
All my gear be designer, kid, ri—rich n***a, million dollar sh*t
For—for—foreign whip, foreign b*t*h, blowin' on that exotic sh*t
All my gear be designer, kid, rich n***a, million dollar sh*t
What you doin'? Gettin' to the money
Get—gettin' to the money, and all my b*t*hes love me
What you doin'? I say I'm gettin' to the money
Get—gettin' to the money, and all my b*t*hes love me

My swisher loud and my b*t*h bad, Columbiana with a thick a**
She ride a n***a like Six Flags, leave the mall with big bags
She a shopaholic, I'm a alcoholic, trap-a-holic, n***a, money callin'
I'm ragged up, jeweled out, baddest out, gold in my mouth
I'm a young n***a gettin' money, since '05, been stuntin'
I beat the pu**y, she c*mmin', roll the blunt of that sc*my
Then I'm back to chasin' this money, have—have you seen big face?
I'm lookin' for 'em overseas, and 'cross all fifty states

For—for—for—foreign whip, foreign b*t*h, bl—blowin' on that exotic sh*t
All my gear be designer, kid, ri—rich n***a, million dollar sh*t
For—for—foreign whip, foreign b*t*h, blowin' on that exotic sh*t
All my gear be designer, kid, rich n***a, million dollar sh*t
What you doin'? Gettin' to the money
Get—gettin' to the money, and all my b*t*hes love me
What you doin'? I say I'm gettin' to the money
Get—gettin' to the money, and all my b*t*hes love me
It's Blood Money, baby

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