Matt OX, TyFontaine - Blow It Up! lyrics

Let's go (Woo, woo, slatt) (Yeah hey)
Let's go (Yeah)

Rick on the tip of my toe and I
Don't got no tears in my jeans
Had to replace 'em all
The count on me making me cream
I won't fold
They try to separate me from my team
And that money don't mean shit
I just blew the whole thing
They have a championship, playing for rings
I just walked in a Max Fifth
Blew the whole thing
Still got a quarter mill
Blew the whole thing
Told her proceed with caution once
She doing her thing
She love to see racks in thе face
She love whеn I'm doing my thing
I don't give fuck bout this
Money, I fucked around, blew the whole thing
I don't give fuck bout this
Bread, might fuck around
Burn the whole thing

Yeah blah, blah blah blah blah blow it out!
Throw it up!
You know what's up! You know it, I know it
It's going up, but I'm letting it go
Drop pop drop it, drop mm drop I'mma cop it
What's the trending topic?
I'm topping it off with the rocket
We be flexing for us
Stay with the squad with the mop
For the fame, she do it for them bands
(bands) she gon' do it for the fans
She gon' do it for the gram (Yeah)
You know it, them bands, you blow it yeah

Rick on the tip of my toe and I
Don't got no tears in my jeans
Had to replace 'em all
The count on me making me cream
I won't fold
They try to separate me from my team
And that money don't mean shit
I just blew the whole thing
They have a championship, playing for rings
I just walked in a Max Fifth
Blew the whole thing
Still got a quarter mill
Blew the whole thing
Told her proceed with caution once
She doing her thing
She love to see racks in the face
She love when I'm doing my thing
I don't give fuck bout this
Money, I fucked around, blew the whole thing
I don't give fuck bout this
Bread, might fuck around
Burn the whole thing

Yeah blah, blah blah