Berner, B-Real - Blowing Money Fast lyrics
[Berner, B-Real - Blowing Money Fast lyrics]
Do you want to get high?
Does everybody want to get high?
I want to get high!
Blunts, dabs, joints, slabs
Vape, clouds, loud, gas, puff, pass
Grow, stash, quarters, halfs, pounds, bags
Blowing money fast, I be blowing money fast
I be blowing money fast
I be blowing money fast
Got a zip, it’s the gas take a trip
Put the flame to the glass
Take a dab feel the hit
I’ma stack it to the ceiling til
There’s millions in the stash
Went from nick bags on the Ave
Now I'm out in Amsterdam
Add it up like mathematicians
All my bad decisions verse my ambition
This is repetition
You can see the difference
I rep it for the have nots
Strippers with them mad shots
Pimps push a product out that Pontiac Ragtop
Spend it like I print it like
That shit just been invented
This the gold rush
I'm something like the gold crush with it
On that marijuana marathon
Me more than a carry on
Jet fuel very strong, Ha I last very long
Time piece all around the world
See me with your girl, On her knees, got 12
Hundred freaks in the penthouse
Watch me give a fuck
Next day we hop off the tour bus, hit the gas
Burn a half into ashes, boss
Hoes that flip like gymnastics, applause
Don't worry bout how I get mine, get yours
By the time I hit the stage
It's jam backed to the doors
I'm a grown man, gold chain
Light it up like Las Vegas
MGM, shout out to my partners
Lock down in the pen
I'ma do this one for y'all
They just wanna see me win
9 times out of 10
Smoke down in the big body benz
With your girlfriend, creme dela creme
Juice, gin, life is too short
Getting ends, Make sure you get yours
Cause this man got his
I be blowing money, honey dripping
Blowing trees, you be blowing reggie
You be willing knowing me, we hit the gas
Doctors orders when we rolling
Now your pockets getting thinner
But, you came in with them swollen
(What you holding)
Dabs up, blunts down, I put a slab on it
Doesn't matter nails hot put a dab on it
Grams melting by the second for
The hell of it
You thirsty ass bitches magnetize for
The smell of it
Flipping rigs like it's nothing big, no spill
Let the rig hit the ground
Glass breaks big deal
Triple flipper in the sky, why you asking why
Scoop called the doctor and he said
(I want to get high)
Milky hit's, water bubble, lungs blow up
I'm the duke of errl
Baby pouring shatter like it's syrup
Wrap her, then a white girl, lights swirl
Glass tip
Pussy's can't hang, lights out, catnip
Sandro Pay, creme brulee and mimosa's
Yellow hash, wax hit's, ash tray 20 roaches
Thousand dollar glass, yeah i'm
First class toasting, to the good life
In my S-Class Benz floating
Ask Demrick how I get down
I grew up by the ocean
Where the pounds go for cheap
And them local girls are hoeing
They asked me where i'm going
To the top with this bass shit
New strain alert here you go taste it
You know we get the paper
Jars with the different flavors
Wiz khalifa papers hardcore, trippy vapors
You got a bitch to pay ya
All my girls are money makers, I'm in Jamaica
Drug money on my kitchen table, blowing
(I want to get high)
Does everybody want to get high?
I want to get high!
Blunts, dabs, joints, slabs
Vape, clouds, loud, gas, puff, pass
Grow, stash, quarters, halfs, pounds, bags
Blowing money fast, I be blowing money fast
I be blowing money fast
I be blowing money fast
Got a zip, it’s the gas take a trip
Put the flame to the glass
Take a dab feel the hit
I’ma stack it to the ceiling til
There’s millions in the stash
Went from nick bags on the Ave
Now I'm out in Amsterdam
Add it up like mathematicians
All my bad decisions verse my ambition
This is repetition
You can see the difference
I rep it for the have nots
Strippers with them mad shots
Pimps push a product out that Pontiac Ragtop
Spend it like I print it like
That shit just been invented
This the gold rush
I'm something like the gold crush with it
On that marijuana marathon
Me more than a carry on
Jet fuel very strong, Ha I last very long
Time piece all around the world
See me with your girl, On her knees, got 12
Hundred freaks in the penthouse
Watch me give a fuck
Next day we hop off the tour bus, hit the gas
Burn a half into ashes, boss
Hoes that flip like gymnastics, applause
Don't worry bout how I get mine, get yours
By the time I hit the stage
It's jam backed to the doors
I'm a grown man, gold chain
Light it up like Las Vegas
MGM, shout out to my partners
Lock down in the pen
I'ma do this one for y'all
They just wanna see me win
9 times out of 10
Smoke down in the big body benz
With your girlfriend, creme dela creme
Juice, gin, life is too short
Getting ends, Make sure you get yours
Cause this man got his
I be blowing money, honey dripping
Blowing trees, you be blowing reggie
You be willing knowing me, we hit the gas
Doctors orders when we rolling
Now your pockets getting thinner
But, you came in with them swollen
(What you holding)
Dabs up, blunts down, I put a slab on it
Doesn't matter nails hot put a dab on it
Grams melting by the second for
The hell of it
You thirsty ass bitches magnetize for
The smell of it
Flipping rigs like it's nothing big, no spill
Let the rig hit the ground
Glass breaks big deal
Triple flipper in the sky, why you asking why
Scoop called the doctor and he said
(I want to get high)
Milky hit's, water bubble, lungs blow up
I'm the duke of errl
Baby pouring shatter like it's syrup
Wrap her, then a white girl, lights swirl
Glass tip
Pussy's can't hang, lights out, catnip
Sandro Pay, creme brulee and mimosa's
Yellow hash, wax hit's, ash tray 20 roaches
Thousand dollar glass, yeah i'm
First class toasting, to the good life
In my S-Class Benz floating
Ask Demrick how I get down
I grew up by the ocean
Where the pounds go for cheap
And them local girls are hoeing
They asked me where i'm going
To the top with this bass shit
New strain alert here you go taste it
You know we get the paper
Jars with the different flavors
Wiz khalifa papers hardcore, trippy vapors
You got a bitch to pay ya
All my girls are money makers, I'm in Jamaica
Drug money on my kitchen table, blowing
(I want to get high)