Red Presidents

[Intro]

IceRocks

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

Blood on the money (Uh-huh, uh-huh), we got blood on the money (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

We got blood on the money (Yeah)

For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot

And make it home with the blood on the money (Got that bag, nigga)

Blood on the money, we got blood on the money

We got blood on the money (It's gon' hurt you)

For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot

And make it home with the blood on the money

We got blood on the money (Yo, look)

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

I'm talking business having deep discussions

This gamе come with consequencеs, repercussions

I fed my family off a brick and illegal hustles (Yeah)

'Cause they haters get a kick off of seein' you struggle (I can tell)

They say it in they songs, but they ain't livin' it (They ain't livin' it)

I got a broad in every state I ever visited (Every state I ever visited)

The coupe small, got me bendin' down to fit in it (Uh-huh)

And life's a bitch, once she leave, ain't no rekindlin', nah

White blocks on the white table (White table)

Drinkin' white label, nigga, and I ain't talkin' white Legos

A bullet to your head quite fatal (Brrt)

Get your money and mind you motherfuckin' business and it might save you

You know this rap shit was life-saving (It was)

I couldn't take it, e'ry night I heard gunshots and dice shaking

I met a plug in the feds on some white cases

And I heard you met your plug in the white pages (Rah)

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

We got blood on the money

We got blood on the money

For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot

And make it home with the blood on the money

Blood on the money, we got blood on the money

We got blood on the money

For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot

And make it home with the blood on the money

We got blood on the money

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]

Oh, you know, got my beard speakin' Moroccan

I ain't in the spot unless niggas lettin' the block in

I need thirty-five comps, forty-five buckets

Eight trays of wings, half bones, half nuggets

Son, my niggas chillin' in a literal sense

Lookin' frigid, never timid, plus the grill is intense

Better believe that, get shot above your kneecap

If we forced to put on a mask like it's a CPAP

I take Pellegrino over Patrón

By myself gettin' money, I be sober alone

Such a scholarly champion, take my advice

Become your own connect and get work half the price

You work half your life, better do it for yourself

I ain't tryna make no fortune for someone else, uh

I don't wanna grow up, I been famous

A big baby settin' up shop like Glen Davis, uh

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

We got blood on the money

We got blood on the money

For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot

And make it home with the blood on the money

Blood on the money, we got blood on the money

We got blood on the money

For the love of the money I'm willing to shoot or get shot

And make it home with the blood on the money

We got blood on the money

[Interlude]

Yeah, yeah, you know them— you know them beats that cry to you

Shout out Icerocks, that's one of them fuckin' beats that cry to you