Letras:
The Fast Track Blood Money

The songs we play Don't equal the bills we have to pay So it's blood for cash I sell my cells to feed myself And fill my tank with fossil fuels Chorus

uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money

I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone. And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track. The women red, the money green

damn credit, dead it You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it Seven: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely seperated Money and blood

Hide til its bright out Whoa, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? [Rick Ross] Bitch I?m a monster no good blood sucker

Hide til it's bright out Whoa, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? [Rick Ross:] Bitch I'm a monster no good blood sucker

get you in the middle of the night or for a getaway? What if all your belongings were fast asleep and far away, but available to tap for blood and money

porch to be It ain't no fly nigger The airport... Everybody was sleeping Now I'm living my dream She said she loved a wimp Then I dig in her cream I see you blood

last Grab my money clip I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks they better cash Finger on the trigger wit my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast