HW Pick: Future’s “Blood On The Money” (Video – Mature)

Future continues to ride off the success of his sophomore album Dirty Sprite 2 with the video release of “Blood on the Money,” a haunting track that encapsulates the pros and cons of the street life from Harlem to Harare.

In it the Atlanta rapper attends a funeral alongside Metro Boomin, Zaytoven, Young Scooter, and others within the Free Band camp. Turns out you can thank Future for the day of mourning, as the Rite Brothers bring the title of the record to life with cinematic visuals that portray a real gruesome act of violence with a hard bass line keeping it edgier.

Here are the lyrics to “Blood On The Money”:


They gave lil China 25 for them thangs, nigga
They walk up on you, give it to your friends, nigga
They walk up on you, give it to you, see your friends, nigga
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
We’ve been at the laundromat all day
We’ve been washin’ money all day
I heard the police lookin’ for me cause I got the hood hot
We’ve been at the laundromat all day
We’ve been washin’ money all day
Heard the police lookin’ for me cause I got the hood

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can’t help the way I’m raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can’t give it up

28 grams, I serve it on the porch
I just seent ’em march, they ran off in my house
The homicide unit come into the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some drank, say “Fuck my problems”
My hood, they treat me like I’m El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I’m Rilo
I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
Man I’m fresh as hell, bitch, Easter day
All my ghetto tactics I’m above average
I’ve been so in tune, man I’ve been so ambitious
Grab another Fanta, let me fill it up
If they ain’t make the channel, you ain’t built like us
The federales fuckin’ with my nigga Ty
It’s Black Amigo Gang ’til a nigga die
I feel I’m walkin’ through Hell
I swear to God I’ll never tell
They try to give a nigga the chair
I tell my mama, “Wish me well”

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
They got girl on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it

I know the devil is real, I know the devil is real
I take a dose of them pills and I get real low in the field
I’ll fly to LA today, and I live so high in the Hills
I share the mansion with goonies, I shared the bitch with a goonie
I took the mack I’m a [?] niggas ain’t slippin’, we got ’em
I took the pack out to Paris, me and that money got married
Me and the molly got married
Devoted in everything, my niggas mean everything
We’re 5 deep inside a Chevy
Yeah we tryna get it
Ask me do I know how to whip it
Fuck the witness

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can’t help the way I’m raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can’t give it up

She put me off and it was ugly
I made a million dollars, say she love me
The way she did me, it destroyed me
I kept it real with lil’ shorty
I’ve been goin’ bar for bar, these niggas know what’s poppin’ with me
I can go from car to car, these bitches quarter million at least
Two thousand for the shoes, I keep some shit on my feet
I’m prolly in the mood to fuck your bitch on the beach
I dropped out of school and I get money like Meech
Send ’em drank and send ’em the driver just to get somethin’ to eat
You see how things change?
I came from cocaine

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can’t help the way I’m raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can’t give it up

I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up a drink, say “Fuck my problems”
The federales fuckin’ with my nigga Ty
It’s Black Amigo Gang ’til a nigga die
I heard the police lookin’ for me cause I got the hood hot
Heard the police lookin’ for me cause I got the hood
They got girls on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it

Here is Future’s “Blood on the Money,” video:

What do you think?

Written by Xavier Dotson, Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Cross, Leland Wayne • Copyright © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.

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