Bottle Service Blood Money

Lyrics

Intro
Glass on the floor
Gold on my teeth
Laugh in the dark
Money don’t sleep (nah)

Verse 1
Walk in reeking of liquor
Whole squad sick, rich sinners
Thousand on shots, that’s dinner
Yellin’ out “fuck you” to the mirror
Black truck, black mask, black card
Whole life played on hard
Shorty pour wine on my scars
Ask what I do, I just laugh
“What the fuck you think?
Count dumb stacks, don’t blink”
Whole VIP on brink
Of a case, we still clink
Tat on my neck say “pay me”
Tat on my hand say “crazy”
Judge wanna cage me, maybe
But right now the room too wavy (woah)

Chorus
We some rich-ass gangsters drunk as fuck
Whole room spin but we still up
Throwin’ that dirty cash, let it rain, don’t stop
If it ain’t ‘bout crime and a drink, shut up
Rich-ass gangsters drunk as fuck
Whole block hate us, we don’t give one
Bottles, bullets, bad decisions in the cup
Say we ain’t the shit?
Bitch, you got us fucked up (hey!)

Verse 2
Ice on my wrist, that’s bail
Ice on my neck, that’s hell
Phone keep buzzin’ with deals
Tryna type straight, I fail
Homie got coke on the plate
Waiter got fear on his face
We just laugh loud in his space
Tell him “keep pourin’ that hate”
Couple fake friends in the corner
Tryna sneak pics, no warnin’
One wrong move, shit stormin’
Crew got tempers like mornin’
My girl got heels like weapons
Tongue like a curse when she steppin’
Whisper in my ear, that venom
“Fuck ‘em all, you a legend” (yeah)

Chorus
We some rich-ass gangsters drunk as fuck
Whole room spin but we still up
Throwin’ that dirty cash, let it rain, don’t stop
If it ain’t ‘bout crime and a drink, shut up
Rich-ass gangsters drunk as fuck
Whole block hate us, we don’t give one
Bottles, bullets, bad decisions in the cup
Say we ain’t the shit?
Bitch, you got us fucked up (woah)

Bridge
Shots to the sky for the ones we lost
Shots to the throat for the lines we crossed
Whole damn life on the edge of a knife
Still screamin’ “fuck it, we bossed” (ayy)
Red in my eyes, green in my hand
Blue lights flash but they fade from the plan
If this whole place burn tonight, goddamn
We gon’ die drunk rich, that’s the brand (that’s the brand)

Chorus
We some rich-ass gangsters drunk as fuck
Whole room spin but we still up
Throwin’ that dirty cash, let it rain, don’t stop
If it ain’t ‘bout crime and a drink, shut up
Rich-ass gangsters drunk as fuck
Whole block hate us, we don’t give one
Bottles, bullets, bad decisions in the cup
Say we ain’t the shit?
Bitch, you got us fucked up