Blindfolds

Real trippy n*ggas

Hippy n*ggas

Uh n*gga my mom blow that kinda cash n*gga

What you talking about, poppin' bottles and sh*t...

Groceries fool

Uh you know I kill...

Any motherf*ckin' song that I go on

And now I don't gotta count the money that I spent

Cause I get it in

My bread so long, my bank big n*gga grow long

My brain fried n*gga so long

I hate fake n*ggas and so on

Take all the money that I made this year

And that be the reason that you're 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 n*gga see my pieces try to copy

My Rolly 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' motherf*ckers know what time it is

I'm just riding around on my side of town

Got my windows up and my speakers loud

And we smokin' so I'm gonna need a pound

Bet the haters wish they could see me now

But the money in the way

Everyone of us get money bruh

But the money in the way

My n*gga 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

Bombizzel for my people but tonight I'm doing Jagger

20 years on and I ain't falling off

N*ggas flex about the check and they run their mouth

Ferrari pull up guess who hoppin' out

With a double cop 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

I'm just riding around on my side of town

Got my windows up and my speakers loud

And we smokin' so I'm gonna need a pound

Bet the haters wish they could see me now

But the money in the way

Everyone of us get money bruh

But the money in the way

My n*gga on the real, all you see is dollar bill