Blood Money - Benny the Butcher, DJ Green Lantern

Ayo, shoutout CNN

Griselda get the blood money

I be in any hood without a pass from the opps

D.A.

know my face, I get harrassed by the cops

They blame me like I’m the one who passed out the Glocks

I wanted in ever since I seen my dad count a knot

With my eyes close I see scales and digits

Witness the brief hell in prison, the details is vivid

Low price from coke white, I see shells I’m flippin'

Stayed home, but I sent a female to get it

I coach her like I’m Pete Carroll, «Be careful, listen

Hurry up back so I can V-12 the engine»

I’m starvin', real shit, my whole family have-nots

I want a ticket like I’m sittin' in a handicap spot

Respect ours, GxFR, I’ll let this TEC off

What you know about collect calls home to your stressed moms?

I’m slept on, but always kept raw that you could step on

Whole brick’ll take a hit like Gloria Estefan

Electric stove got the dough pilin'

Money on the floor with three 4's on us like the Hov' album

I’m the best and put out no albums (word)

The streets awful, close friends’ll cross you quicker than the old Allen

But on my court, it ain’t no foulin', I got your hoe stylin'

Somewhere off the coast eatin' smoke salmon

I said a prayer, lookin' up to MachineGun

Dead silent, all I heard was the money machine hum, uhh

I been a Don since the 2nd grade

These muh’fuckers gon' respect the blade

The Butcher, nigga, I’m a head huntin' renegade

I’ll put my dutch out in your lemonade

We pioneers of our time, I’m goin' out as a legend

Endorsed by the streets without a radio record

With more skills than top tier niggas, ain’t have to F 'em

I do this for my niggas who sentencin' with a letter

Y’all pillow talk with these bitches, I’m blockin' they calls

I fuck up and talk shit like I’m not in the wrong

I blew a cheque on Rodeo I got from the tour

That got me feelin' too bouchie to shop in the mall, hah

Griselda get the blood money, nigga