Blow Me

Lyrics

[Chorus] Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me [Verse 1] Fancy, classy, rich, nasty (Wow, yeah) Bought a BM, then I crashed it (Skrrt, whoops) Spazzin', thrashin', maxin', cards (Duh, woah) Pretty bitch breakin' your heart (Haha, yeah) I'ma just handle my business Bitch, get off my diznick Want to, but you can't hit this (Ugh) Stand out so you can't miss this (Huh) FOMO, you don't wanna miss this (Yeah) I'm the one he gonna want for Christmas (Yeah) Wishlist, gift this Pussy on a hitlist, yummy (Yummy) Eat it like it's brеakfast Every nigga got me on they chеcklist Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection Bad bitches know if I present this Cars always tinted Why is your wig always lifted? I don't know You a broke a nigga, then I can't go Nails so long, nigga, I can't roll Yeah, you wanna fuck, but I call him "bro" (Haha) [Chorus] Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me [Verse 2] I get six figures for a concert (Yeah) You need to blend more, fix your contour Your bitch ain't bad, she a eyesore Truth hurts, baby, you should lie more (Bitch) It's always the basic bitches with the most to say If I press the button, we gonna send him outer space Give me that plate, I just motherfuckin' ate (Ate) No, he ain't bae, but he mine's for the day And he go down under (G'day, mate) I don't ever check the bill on a dinner date Spend it, spend it, Louis, Chanel Balenci', Botega, sendin' the mail Kendress, bundles, pay for my nails (Yeah) Spendin' numbers, he said this isn't fair I said kiss it right there, I need it right now If you can't put it down, then I'm leavin' you here [Chorus] Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me Rich bitch drugs You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me You gon' have to blow me Now I'm all messed up You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me You gon' have to hold me Talk sick shit You gon' have to show me You gon' have to show me You gon' have to blow me [Outro] Uh, alright Uh, alright Uh, alright Ooh, that's right