Blowing Money

Lyrics

[Intro] Zaytoven [Chorus: Cap-1] I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper Shawty, pop that pussy let me see just what it made for Gon' and pop that pussy, shawty, show me what it made for Shawty, pop that pussy, let me see just what it made for She gon' buss it open for me, I'ma spend that bankroll I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money Bunch of bad bitches, I can make them get it for me She gon' buss it open for a nigga right now She gon' buss it opеn for a nigga right now She gon' buss it open a nigga right now I'ma fuck that check up, throw that papеr sky high [Verse 1: Cap-1] Started with that onion, then I got myself proper We gon' place that order, wrap that work like enchiladas On that paper chase, every day I wake, gotta get that dollar Shawty pop pussy for a nigga, I'ma spoil her Turn around, and buss it open like a pinata Bankroll Crippin, blue hundreds to the bottom Ride around in my foreign, picking up that check like fuck that mylage Shawty twerking for me, I'ma throw a couple dollars Hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up [?] [?] my partner say he 'bout to pour up Your chick, she on the way, she text, say she 'bout to show up And word out on the street, [?] she 'bout to blow up Gone [Chorus: Cap-1] I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper Shawty, pop that pussy let me see just what it made for Gon' and pop that pussy, shawty, show me what it made for Shawty, pop that pussy, let me see just what it made for She gon' buss it open for me, I'ma spend that bankroll I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money Bunch of bad bitches, I can make them get it for me She gon' buss it open for a nigga right now She gon' buss it open for a nigga right now She gon' buss it open a nigga right now I'ma fuck that check up, throw that paper sky high [Verse 2: Quez] Ten gold chains on, feel like Mr. T I can make your girlfriend dance like [?] And after she buss it, make her roll the swisher sweets I've been throwing this money, bitch, it's nothing new to me In the A-Town, we say [?], and in the Chi-Town, they say [?] [?] ticket on my necklace, now I'm dripped in VVS Up in King of Diamonds throwing money, don't miss your blessing My OG's with me too, don't even test me Gon' buss it open, shawty, I'ma throw this money I can make it thunderstorm, hail, snow, sunny All up in Magic City, on a fucking Monday Then I hit up Diamonds, Thirsday, we at Onix [Chorus: Cap-1] I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper I can make your girlfriend dance like a stripper Shawty, pop that pussy let me see just what it made for Gon' and pop that pussy, shawty, show me what it made for Shawty, pop that pussy, let me see just what it made for She gon' buss it open for me, I'ma spend that bankroll I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money I don't care about nothing, shawty, I'ma blow this money Bunch of bad bitches, I can make them get it for me She gon' buss it open for a nigga right now She gon' buss it open for a nigga right now She gon' buss it open a nigga right now I'ma fuck that check up, throw that paper sky high