Lyrics Bloody Shoes - Da Real Gee Money

What you wanna do?
Yeah, TBG Gorilla Gang i'm Gee Money boo, aye
I make money moves
(Shout out to cardi man let me hit this b*tch)

Lit nigga you can't fuck wit me i got my papper up
Yeah I hear them niggas talking shit they bet not play wit us
Most them niggas blew up from BR they was fake as fuck
When i blow my team blow thats what im trying to make it for
I dont know why he hatting guess he mad bout a bitch
All yall use to claim TBG, look how you niggas switched
How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick
I ain't trippin in that audi bitch im ballin im the shit
Came from the street i was stuck up in the trenches
Motherfuck a vette i just wanna get a bently
Niggas hatting on me they dont wanna see me wit it
Sickest in my city i dont got no competition

Pull up i thuggin forreal (thuggin)
Did this shit without a deal (forreal)
Talking shit you better chill (chill out)
Shooters pull up to yo crib (POW)
I got more cells then a jail (yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (baby momma)
I did this shit by myself (i did)
NBA i think im steph (ballin)
Wagon pull up in the hood (uuh)
I dont fuck 'round with no rentals (never)
On the gram like you gettin money (forreal?)
All of these niggas pretenders (they lien)
Every day i wake up i be thinking bout a bag
Headed to the money got a nigga going fast
Pull up in to mera house finna get a jag
Nigga tried to kill me got to hittin threw the glass
I ain't get shot his eyes must of been clothes
Same nigga did it nigga came for his soul
Solid till the end never bend never fold
Pull up in a benz gettin it in on the road

Street nigga
You can't fuck wit me if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no nigga im just doing what i do
Ran that bag up in the trenches steppin in some bloody shoes