Bloody Money

Ruger!
You already know how it's going down nigga
New gun in town
You know how we giving it up
Either ride or get rode on nigga
Dipset, Weez block

Yo New York get the bloody money
Fiends coming with that ripped up
Taped back together, that ugly money

But we love the money

You broke, nobody won't front you no coke
We tryna take your baby mother money
We know why you don't like us
You pussy and you can't use the phone on Rikers
While I'm riding around in that '07 Spyker

Please hold, that's a collect call from a lifer
And he telling me how well we respect y'all
Especially you, you the talk of the mess hall
Yeah I put it in, send some shots at him if he try to come and pop me
I used to buy from him, shit, now I'm front and poppin

I got it nigga, what you want man?
I ain't the front man, I'm the man that's fronting the front man

So go see him, he got it
But it's my coke
Bitch nigga die slow
Rich niggas that cry broke
Could change your life with one swipe of the card

Nobody gave me shit homie, life was so hard
Yeah nobody jumped me, nobody punked me
I'm gon' sell it long as they let it in the country
Went to World War 3, came home in one piece
He ain't got my money, I'mma snatch his son niece
Nephew, I bet you I'mma get my money
I done forgot the bitch but I ain't forget my money
Ruger!

Oh man
I got these niggas man, don't worry about it
I'mma line 'em up, and knock these niggas down like bowling pins
I got 'em
Dipset, yeah
Ruger!

Hell yeah I got the hammer cocked
Run up in the grammar spot
Smack a nigga with the MAC while he yelling "bet it back"
Show him how to do it, yeah I should man

I'm so hood man

I know these niggas wish they could man

PSX, Fifth, and Bergdorf good man
No, no, you can't shop where I shop
Won't see these 'til next year, you can't cop what I cop
Catch me coming through a nigga hood, dropping my drop

Got my lieutenant watching the spot
He got the picture in the building and
The lookouts at the top of the block
Fuck the Xbox, I'm an old school Atari nigga
Two more flips gon' have me at the Ferrari dealer
He can't aim, he had the red dot, he missed you
I'm always shitting, the reason they made Scottie Tissue
I'm from the Bronx where Boy George made a mil' off of dope

Had Benzes at 17, threw parties on boats
Come through, crash the parade and shoot up the float
Listen to me, you can't sniff me but nigga I'm dope

Nigga I'm dope

Ruger!
Album out next year nigga
For The Hell Of It
I already told you, it ain't for the money
It ain't for the cars, it ain't for
These bitches, it ain't for the fame
It's For The Hell Of It
We got one nigga
Ruger!
New gun in town nigga