Blow It lyrics
by Bankroll Fresh
[Chorus: Strap]
I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it
We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way
We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way
[Verse 1: Strap]
My strap under my shirt, I'm fresh as f*ck
Brand new red bottoms, I ain't tieing them up
b*tch hold the work, is you down or what?
[?] put the dope in your butt
She the type of ho that like to get choked when she f*ck
And I don't give a sh*t, I smoke a blunt with the sl*t
I'm the type of n*gga to put the 30's on trucks
Dirty, dirty, dirty all I pour in my cup
Big bank take lil bank, f*ck what you think
Ain't no limit like the tank, b*tch [?]
I need 2 b*tches, no we can't nеgotiate
Kissing on her girlfriend, now tеll me how that ho ain't gay
Molly that's what motivates, I take a drink and pour an 8
[?]
Swear I never been a lame
VVS's in my chain, 50 karots in the ring
All white Balmain, looking like some cocaine
[Chorus: Strap]
I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it
We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way
We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way
[Verse 2: Mexio]
I got a check out the mud, I got a check and I throw it
I got a check in the hood, I got a pack in the hood
I heard them boys talking crazy, so I came back to the hood
Yeah I'm right back on the east, yeah I'm right back in the wood
Yeah I'm right back up in [?], them b*tches know it'll happen
Them b*tches knowing I'm dabbing, I'm just a throw in the cabbage
I let it go in the wind, my earrings cost a 10
My Cuban cost a 10, spend a 10 times 10
Got them doing mathematics, got them twerking in the mansion
I got extras in the pantry, throwin' money make her antsy
2 hoes, that's a duo
4 hoes in the 2 door
f*cked them all, need a do-over
n*gga came in like, "Move over."
[Chorus: Strap]
I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it
We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way
We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way
[Verse 3: Bankroll Fresh]
I'm on the cover of the fader [?]
[?] later
You n*ggas ain't talking bout sh*t, you b*tches really ain't got sh*t
I got the check and I blow it, I get the racks and I throw it
I got the racks and I show it, smoking this weed like I grow it
I'm screaming out where your ho at?
b*tch take a picture, Kodak
I'm spending money, you know that
I'm at the spot where the dope at
f*ck the 2 door, where the 4 at?
Up in the [?] where the blow at
You got your [?]
I can control and remote that
[Chorus: Strap]
I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it
We get racks the long way, we get racks the long way
We get racks the long way, we get racks the long way