Blood on the money, blood on the money, yea its blood on the money
Blood on the money, blood on the money
Blood on the money, I count with my bare hands
Walking deads up in my pocket look like zombie land
Near my alter doing hoodoo but I got on Christian pants
Doing magic, wala, then they killed your mans
I could've got them youngins to spin like a ceiling fan
All I did was pray, get on my knees and bow my hands
If you disrespect it, I'ma come and check it
Angels demons by my side, or glock im still protect it
F*cked up in the head, talk to the dead
Looking through the window, when I go to sleep
I got my glock under my pillow
I be seeing shit, but it don't even be there though
Man, I just be sinning, but God still know I'm a santo
I must got a purpose, try kill myself six times but it didn't even work
F*ck, damn, man that shit hurt
Try me then it's over, put his ass up in the dirt
Damn, man, touch my chain, get put on the shirt
Get rich, or die trying, I go out just like I'm 50
Put my prayers up in my God and up in my glizzy
It's me versus me, I ain't got no opponent
I still count the money, even if it got blood on it
Blood on the money, I count with my bare hands
Walking dead up in my pocket look like zombie land
Near my alter doing hoodoo but I got on Christian pants
Doing magic, wala, then they killed your mans
I could've got them youngins to spin like a ceiling fan
All I did was pray, get on my knees and bow my hands