Blow It

Kali I got Tay in this bitch Money (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) He actin' scared to spend this money Told him go on and blow that shit Diamonds dancing on my neck like I be dancing on the dick It ain't trickin' if you got it, hate a nigga that's fake rich He acting stingy with his money, that ain't nothing I can't fix Blow it, blow it, yeah Blow it, cash Blow it, bags Blow it, racks Throw it, yeah Throw it, cash Throw it, bags Throw it, ass (ayy) Come with me, bitch, you trippin' Make it right and that shit be drippin' I ain't picking up the phone he keep callin' shit ridiculous Got my racks up, laps up, I'm flexin' on you bitches He love my tats, yup, back up, I got him out here wishin' Wait, make a wish, blow a bag like a candle (money) I'm too hot for you to handle Make him clear the check like a song with a sample I'm too sexy, Tay Money the example Duh, I'm with Kali, we gon' take over your club He said, "Remember me?" I said, "Remember what?" Blow a bag, bitch, I got my money up Beat a bitch up, yuh He actin' scared to spend this money Told him go on and blow that shit Diamonds dancing on my neck like I be dancing on the dick It ain't trickin' if you got it, hate a nigga that's fake rich He acting stingy with his money, that ain't nothing I can't fix Blow it, blow it, yeah Blow it, cash Blow it, bags Blow it, racks Throw it, yeah Throw it, cash Throw it, bags Throw it, ass (ayy) Bitches out here beggin', I ain't really feelin' that (eww) I got niggas fiendin' just to get next to the cat Said I take him out his body better keep that shit intact (keep it) I ain't throwing shit if he ain't bringin' out them racks (cash) I ain't what he used to yeah, the body hit different (ah-ah) Probably with me if he ever went missin' He could give me top but I ain't with all that kissin' Think I hurt his ego, he can't keep up how I'm livin' You can tell when you break a nigga pockets Know he hate my attitude, that shit get out of pocket (damn) F*ck it, blow that bag, nigga And throw the money, yeah, you goin' out like a sad nigga (throw it) F*ck it my bag bigger (blow it, blow it) He actin' scared to spend this money Told him go on and blow that shit Diamonds dancing on my neck like I be dancing on the dick It ain't trickin' if you got it, hate a nigga that's fake rich He acting stingy with his money, that ain't nothing I can't fix Blow it, blow it, yeah Blow it, cash Blow it, bags Blow it, racks Throw it, yeah Throw it, cash Throw it, bags Throw it, ass (ayy) Yuh, money like duh I'm with Kali we gon' take over your club He said remember me? I said remember what? Blow a bag, bitch, I got my money up