Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J - Blindfolds lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J - Blindfolds lyrics]
Real trippy niggas
(La música de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin' bottles and shit
Groceries, fool, haha
Uh, you know I kill
Any motherfuckin' song that I go on
And I don't gotta count the money that
I spend 'cause I get it in my bread so long
My bank big, nigga, prolonged
My brain fried, nigga, so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I made this year and
That be that the reason that you 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 niggas see my pieces, try to copy
My Rollie presidential
Plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it is
I'm just riding 'round my side of town (Uh)
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My nigga on the real
All you see is dollar bill
I blow a hundred bands just
To fuck around with
That ho that you in love with
The ho I mess around with
Come fuck with a Taylor
Blue dream in my paper
Bombay Sapphire for my people
But tonight I'm doing Jaeger (Fucked up)
Twenty years on
(Mhm) , and I ain't falling off (You know it)
Niggas flex about the check
And they run their mouth (Cash)
Ferrari pull up, guess who hoppin' out? (Me)
With a double cup in hand
And some money count (Cash)
Rockin' Louie this (Louis this)
I'm rockin' Louis that (Louis that)
Louis on my ass, Louis on my hat (On my hat)
When I hit the club, Louis in my hand (Bitch)
That's that Louis XI I I, Louis in my glass
(In my glass)
I'm just riding 'round my side of town
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My nigga on the real
All you see is dollar bill
It's Rob Markman, you already know what it is
You know me and Cap go back
You know what I mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started
ONIFC is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's
Just ready to drop on you
Keep movin' and movin'
(La música de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin' bottles and shit
Groceries, fool, haha
Uh, you know I kill
Any motherfuckin' song that I go on
And I don't gotta count the money that
I spend 'cause I get it in my bread so long
My bank big, nigga, prolonged
My brain fried, nigga, so long
I hate fake niggas and so on
Take all the money that I made this year and
That be that the reason that you 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 niggas see my pieces, try to copy
My Rollie presidential
Plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it is
I'm just riding 'round my side of town (Uh)
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My nigga on the real
All you see is dollar bill
I blow a hundred bands just
To fuck around with
That ho that you in love with
The ho I mess around with
Come fuck with a Taylor
Blue dream in my paper
Bombay Sapphire for my people
But tonight I'm doing Jaeger (Fucked up)
Twenty years on
(Mhm) , and I ain't falling off (You know it)
Niggas flex about the check
And they run their mouth (Cash)
Ferrari pull up, guess who hoppin' out? (Me)
With a double cup in hand
And some money count (Cash)
Rockin' Louie this (Louis this)
I'm rockin' Louis that (Louis that)
Louis on my ass, Louis on my hat (On my hat)
When I hit the club, Louis in my hand (Bitch)
That's that Louis XI I I, Louis in my glass
(In my glass)
I'm just riding 'round my side of town
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Every one of us get money, bruh
But the money in the way
My nigga on the real
All you see is dollar bill
It's Rob Markman, you already know what it is
You know me and Cap go back
You know what I mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started
ONIFC is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's
Just ready to drop on you
Keep movin' and movin'