Blindfolds

Real trippy n*ggas
Hippy n*ggas
Uh n*gga my mom blow that kinda cash n*gga
What you talking about, poppin' bottles and sh*t...
Groceries fool

Uh you know I kill...
Any motherf*ckin' song that I go on
And now I don't gotta count the money that I spent
Cause I get it in
My bread so long, my bank big n*gga grow long
My brain fried n*gga so long
I hate fake n*ggas and so on
Take all the money that I made this year
And that be the reason that you're 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 n*gga see my pieces try to copy
My Rolly presidential plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky, I'm just confident that I'm the sh*t
You hatin' motherf*ckers know what time it is

I'm just riding around on my side of town
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin' so I'm gonna need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Everyone of us get money bruh
But the money in the way
My n*gga on the real, all you see is dollar bill

I blow a hundred bands just to f*ck around with
That ho that you in love with the ho I mess around with
Come f*ck with a Taylor, blue dream in my paper
Bombizzel for my people but tonight I'm doing Jagger
20 years on and I ain't falling off
N*ggas flex about the check and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess who hoppin' out
With a double cop in hand and some money count
Rockin' Louie this I'm rockin' Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat
When I hit the club Louie in my hand
That's the Louie 13, Louie in my glass

I'm just riding around on my side of town
Got my windows up and my speakers loud
And we smokin' so I'm gonna need a pound
Bet the haters wish they could see me now
But the money in the way
Everyone of us get money bruh
But the money in the way
My n*gga on the real, all you see is dollar bill