All I Know

[Intro]

Bolo

[Chorus: K-Major]

Woah-oh-woah, all I know is fast money and homicide (Homicide)

I see no way so I grind (So I grind)

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would've found another way

But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why? (But why?)

Why-y? (It's Blood Money, baby)

[Verse 1: 2 Pistols]

Started at the bottom, now I ain’t got no worries

Gucci, Fendi, Prada, that’s all my bitch wearin'

I’m industry, you in the street, ain’t no comparin'

My Rolex got your bitch wet 'cause she keep on starin'

I’m swaggin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these niggas

For all the hard time, I’m pourin' out a lil' liquor

My brother locked down, and I can’t go visit

Convicted felon, so all I can do is sent pictures

Hit-hit-hit the club and ball, me and my closet dog

We do it for real, we don't fake Instagram pics, nigga, like y’all

White-white-white diamonds no flaw, L-L-Lamborghini, no top

I’m ridin' with a China doll, and she ain’t got on no drawers

[Chorus: K-Major, 2 Pistols & Joell Ortiz]

Woah-oh-woah, all I know is fast money and homicide (Homicide) (2 Pistols)

I see no way so I grind (So I grind)

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would've found another way

But yet, you say we aren’t the same (Same), but why? (But why?)

Why-y?

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

You just gon' sit there and lie, act like this tough guy?

Knowin' you apple crumb pie, sat in the window cool and you would hear shots then see us run by

"Say mama, they out there shootin'," I was at war, yet such a young guy

Too young to even be boozin', but every night I held my cup high

And slung that everything movin', that was just life inside my projects

Gat inside that letter box

Head inside that staircase, crack inside them yellow tops

Them cops inside our business, sometimes they chilled and let us rock

Sometimes they on that pig shit, runnin' through mud to try to get us knocked

What do you know about gemstar? Sittin' and slicin' and dicin'

Weightin' up shit then wipin' all of the crumbs from all that triton

Goin' outside and riskin' everything, then comin' upstairs and writin'

I survived from luck or God, or maybe I’m lucky God just like me

[Chorus: K-Major]

Woah-oh-woah, all I know is fast money and homicide (Homicide)

I see no way so I grind (So I grind)

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would've found another way

But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why? (But why?)

Why-y? (You know how I love money)

[Verse 3: 2 Pistols & French Montana]

I came from the corner, loud-l-loud marijuana

Platinum plaques off this rap shit, and now I’m seein' commas

Death-death-death before dishonor, middle finger to your honor

Only god can judge me, head first in these streets

Body bag these beats

It's-it’s Blood Money, you bitch, I'm slidin' in the new V

Shaw-shawty wet as a fish, told her, "Call me 2P"

She smiled and blew me a kiss

I’m ballin', bitch, I’m ballin', turn the lights off, you'll see my wrist

Young-young boss of the city, my heart cold, no feelin's

My money runnin' like Emmitt, my money runnin' like Fawke

My money runnin, Chris Johnson, or somethin' like Frank Gal

A hunnid birds or a hunnid words, either way, I sell dope (Uh, Montana, yeah)

[Verse 4: French Montana]

Mad Max niggas on the bad batch

Montana, Coke Boys, know we got the anthrax

Coupe white, shorty mean, long hair, ass fat

Dope boy, Coke Boys, hottest out, put that on your last stat

Head shot, clear block, that’s fact

Hit it then I slit it then I pass that, fly in, take cab back

Ballin' new Ferrari with the glass back

Everything you fightin' for, we had that, two shots, fast nap

Shots are like my youthdom, two doors, we couped them

Bad bitches, loot them, talk birds, we moved them

Get the purp' from Houston, get the smoke from Cali

Coke Boys, we stylin', bad bitches smilin', haaan

[Chorus: K-Major]

Woah-oh-woah, all I know is fast money and homicide (Homicide)

I see no way so I grind (So I grind)

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would've found another way

But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why? (But why?)

Why-y?