Blindfolds

Wiz Knalifa

Real trippy n*ggas
La musica de Harry

Hippy n*ggas
Uh n*gga my mom blow that kinda cash n*gga what you talkin bout
Pop bottles and sh*t
Groceries fool

Uh you know I kill
Any motherf*cking 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 n*gga roll on
My brain fried n*gga so long
I hate fake n*ggas and so on
Take all the money that I made
The sharing be out the reason that you're waiting
Plus I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication
A island for vacation I'm callin all this cake
A hundred thousand for the safe
Just baught a pound and I'm a face it
Now watch me you n*ggas see my pieces tryn 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 sh*t
You hatin mother f*ckers know what time it is

[Hook:]
I'm just ridin round my side of town
Got my windows up and my speaker loud
And we smokin so I'm gonna need a pound
Bet the haters wish they can see me now
But the money in the way
Erry one of us gettin money bruh
But money in the way
My n*gga on the real, all you see is dollar bills

I blow a hundred band get the f*ck around with
That holdin you in love with the hoe I mess around with
Cuff up with the Taylor, would you drink my paper
My music f*ck my people but tonight I'm doing yayger
20 years on and I ain't falling off
N*ggas flex about the check and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess hoppin out
With a double couple in hand and some Money count
Rockin Louie this I'm rockin Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat
When I hit the club Louie in my hand
That's the Louie 13, Louie in my glass

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