Blindfolds
Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa
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Real trippy niggas (La música de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas Uh Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga What you talkin' 'bout? Poppin' bottles and shit Groceries, fool, haha Uh, you know I kill Any motherfuckin' song that I go on And I don't gotta count the money that I spend 'cause I get it in my bread so long My bank big, nigga, prolonged My brain fried, nigga, so long I hate fake niggas and so on Take all the money that I made this year and That be that the reason that you hatin' Plus, I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication A island for vacation I'm piling all this cake A hundred thousand for the safe Just bought a pound and I'ma face it Now watch me You niggas see my pieces, try to copy My Rollie presidential Plus the rings that I got on by Versace And I ain't even cocky I'm just confident that I'm the shit You hating motherfuckers know what time it is I'm just riding 'round my side of town (Uh) Got my windows up and my speakers loud And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound Bet the haters wish they could see me now But the money in the way Every one of us get money, bruh But the money in the way My nigga on the real All you see is dollar bill I blow a hundred bands just To f*ck around with That ho that you in love with The ho I mess around with Come f*ck with a Taylor Blue dream in my paper Bombay Sapphire for my people But tonight I'm doing Jaeger (Fucked up) Twenty years on (Mhm) , and I ain't falling off (You know it) Niggas flex about the check And they run their mouth (Cash) Ferrari pull up, guess who hoppin' out? (Me) With a double cup in hand And some money count (Cash) Rockin' Louie this (Louis this) I'm rockin' Louis that (Louis that) Louis on my ass, Louis on my hat (On my hat) When I hit the club, Louis in my hand (Bitch) That's that Louis XI I I, Louis in my glass (In my glass) I'm just riding 'round my side of town Got my windows up and my speakers loud And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound Bet the haters wish they could see me now But the money in the way Every one of us get money, bruh But the money in the way My nigga on the real All you see is dollar bill It's Rob Markman, you already know what it is You know me and Cap go back You know what I mean? Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started ONIFC is next The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's Just ready to drop on you Keep movin' and movin'
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Written by: CAMERON JIBRIL THOMAZ, COMPOSER AUTHOR UNKNOWN, JORDAN HOUSTON, RORY QUIGLEY
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