BLOOD POPSICLE

[Chorus] Yeah, money spread just like this, money sp— money spread just like this I'm gettin' cash, I don't need no niggas, gettin' cash, I don't need no bitch Yeah, cash out, cash out, bitch I need to smoke, don't talk, I'm pissed, yeah Wha— what's the cost of your wrist? Ooh What's the cost of your fit? Huh I'ma get high off this bean (Okay), yeah I'ma give this bitch this dick, yeah "How you livin' life like this?' Fuckin' me foreign bad bitches I bet that we get the bag different, yeah Just call me the bag getter, huh Don't got time to chat, nigga, huh (Yeah) Unless there's somе racks in it, yeah [Verse] Bloo-blood popsicle, heh Put your hands up, put your hands up, it won't kill you, hеh, (Slatt) I never say, "Never" It's okay if we get into it (Uh), 'cause I tell myself, huh, "Ain't shit that I can't get through", yeah Ain't no pen and pad, bih', we just goin' mental (Yeah) Okay, high speed in that Jag', bih', I hope this my last spliff Bitch, let's do the math, bih', I count up that cash quick, yeah 'Cause I'm havin', bih', 'cause I'm havin', bih', yeah No, no, this ain't March Madness, don't got time to chat, no Unless it's bout a bag then, unless it's bout a bag then Then I might just tap in, heh, yeah Ayy, yeah, yeah, they say, "Sayso, why you causin' madness?" (Ayy—ayy—ayy—ayy), yeah 2012, I'm puttin' on that Raf Simons, bih', you look dumb (Yeah) Wake up, smoke, I think I got a habit (Che, smoke until I'm gone), yeah Blue pill, red pill, bitch, I gotta have it (Yeah), bitch tried to check, it left her blind Yeah, I'm always high, that's why I'm laughin', yeah (Yeah) Stacks on stacks on stacks, I gotta add it, heh, yeah (Gotta add it) Bih', yeah, add it, okay [Chorus] Yeah, money spread just like this, money sp— money spread just like this I'm gettin' cash, I don't need no niggas, gettin' cash, I don't need no bitch Yeah, cash out, cash out, bitch I need to smoke, don't talk, I'm pissed, yeah Wha— what's the cost of your wrist? Ooh What's the cost of your fit? Huh I'ma get high off this bean (Okay), yeah I'ma give this bitch this dick, yeah "How you livin' life like this?' Fuckin' me foreign bad bitches I bet that we get the bag different, yeah Just call me the bag getter, huh Don't got time to chat, nigga, huh (Yeah) Unless there's some racks in it, yeah