Blow

Lyrics

[Intro: Matt Ox & TyFontaine] Let's go (Woo, woo, slatt )(Yeah hey) Let's go (Yeah) [Chorus: TyFontaine] Rick on the tip of my toe and I don't got no tears in my jeans Had to replace 'em all, the count on me making me cream I won't fold, they try to separate me from my team And that money don't mean shit, I just blew the whole thing They have a championship, playing for rings I just walked in a Max Fifth, blew the whole thing Still got a quarter mill, blew the whole thing Told her proceed with caution once she doing her thing She love to see racks in thе face, she love whеn I'm doing my thing I don't give fuck bout this money, I fucked around, blew the whole thing I don't give fuck bout this bread, might fuck around, burn the whole thing [Verse: Matt Ox] Yeah blah, blah blah blah blah Blow it out! [?] Throw it up! [?] You know what's up! You know it, I know it It's going up, but I'm letting it go Drop pop drop it, drop mm drop I'mma cop it What's the trending topic? I'm topping it off with the rocket We be flexing for us, stay with the squad with the mop For the fame, she do it for them bands (bands) She gon' do it for the fans, she gon' do it for the gram (Yeah) You know it, them bands, you blow it Yeah [Chorus: TyFontaine] Rick on the tip of my toe and I don't got no tears in my jeans Had to replace 'em all, the count on me making me cream I won't fold, they try to separate me from my team And that money don't mean shit, I just blew the whole thing They have a championship, playing for rings I just walked in a Max Fifth, blew the whole thing Still got a quarter mill, blew the whole thing Told her proceed with caution once she doing her thing She love to see racks in the face, she love when I'm doing my thing I don't give fuck bout this money, I fucked around, blew the whole thing I don't give fuck bout this bread, might fuck around, burn the whole thing [Outro: Matt Ox] Yeah blah, blah blah