Blood

Baby in the blood, blood
With 40 in the pocket we'll go to Paris
But baby in the blood, blood
We're still on the street counting 9 thousand
But baby in the blood, blood
We dream of Gucci Smoking Louis Vuitton
But baby in the blood, blood
I've never prayed but she prays to God

We keep making hundreds and I hope nah
Life goes on bitch and I'm sorry but take care
I want you to know that I love you
Another day that passed being honest
Another day that I'm not what I want
Another day that I lie to myself, I lie to myself
But baby I don't love
But baby, baby I don't love
Let's make money until we both die
But baby out of love
But baby, baby out of love
We're making money, baby we're making money

Baby in the blood, blood
With 40 in the pocket we'll go to Paris
But baby in the blood, blood
We're still on the street counting 9 thousand
But baby in the blood, blood
We dream of Gucci Smoking Louis Vuitton
But baby in the blood, blood
I've never prayed but she prays to God

They're hooked on the trap life
Her father doesn't even want to see me
I've never had a rich life, but I've fucked in a Bentley
My blood drips on the street
No
You're always on the street and I never wanted to be a gangster
Always surrounded by diamonds
If you love me remember what I did
I was still green but mommy everything here I think dies but I'm going to live
I hope what makes me happy remains
I hope I say whatever for you
There was green but it wasn't there
I think it dies but I'm going to live
I hope what makes me happy remains

Baby in the blood, blood
With 40 in the pocket we'll go to Paris
But baby in the blood, blood
We're still on the street counting 9 thousand
But baby in the blood, blood
We dream of Gucci Smoking Louis Vuitton
But baby in the blood, blood
I've never prayed but she prays to God