[Intro: AZ]
Hehe, get money (Get money)
Everybody get money, right?
Well, ain't they?
[Pre-Chorus: [?] & Dave East]
One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, ni**a, pop somethin'
[Chorus: [?] & Dave East]
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Blow that sh*t (Blow it, ni**a)
Blow that sh*t
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, ni**a
[Verse 1: AZ]
Secret agendas, I sit amongst my members involved
And like gods, we dialogue over dinnеrs incog'
Close curtains, expose no pеrson
Privacy's a part of the weave, globally mergin'
Conversin', speakin' on physics through an*lytics
Stand frigid, double my digits and I ran with it
Out of the skillet to a fly high rise, exquisite
Luxury views, Central Park exhibit
fu*k a critic, switchin' lanes is my claim to fame
So my mishaps with the raps? Y'all can blame the game
Still, it's the slang mixed with rhythms and mysticism
Be in Ibizas, the womens there gon make killas bank 'em, I'm spillin' wisdom
Right wrongs, I enlight and reform
Scribe a scripture like a picture, send a kite through the storm
Let's get it on for what I'm reppin', no misconceptions, I'm imperfection
From Brooklyn Bridge, got a sign from BIG, he sent his blessin's
[Pre-Chorus: [?] & Dave East]
One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, ni**a, pop somethin'
[Chorus: [?] & Dave East]
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Blow that sh*t (Blow it, ni**a)
Blow that sh*t
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, ni**a
[Verse 2: Dave East]
You dealin' with kings, emerald stones just chill in my rings (Emeralds)
He did his time, got his respect just 'cause the ni**a ain't sing (Silence)
Sometimes they turn into the choir, interrogation room feelin' like fire (Fire)
No Cuban links now, we got on the wire
Learned my wisdom from the wise, I paid homage (I did)
Respect to those before me, to be honest, this era been kinda boring
Wanted a yacht since the Naughty shorts, bucket matchin', smokin' Backwoods
Run up in the precinct screamin', "fu*k the Captain!" (fu*k you)
Adolescent years, I Metro Bus Manhattan
Luck was backwards, everything I touched was tragic
Barely graduated, just did enough to pass it
From a far, I saw a Rollie, now it Audemars
Know when it's really smoke, it's hard to call it off
Fragrance of cigars straight from Havannah
Condo in Atlanta, smokin', watchin' reruns of Fred Sanford
Smell the candles, my man showed me how to scam
I told my man, "That's very clever"
He copped a Benz from next year, that sh*t had Cranberry leather
If we never spoke again, we sold grams to live better
Bad transmission in that Jetta, our plug was from Venezuela
Raised by felons that wanted you dead if you thought 'bout tellin'
Morally it's incorrect, mental twisted, that's why we sellin' (Word)
[Pre-Chorus: [?] & Dave East]
One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, ni**a, pop somethin'
[Chorus: [?] & Dave East]
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh
Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t)
Blow that sh*t
Blow that sh*t (Blow it, ni**a)
Blow that sh*t
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, ni**a