Blow It All

She tryna' fuck on the kid
Only way that we fucking if you tryna' bring all your friends

I ran it up
Got me a bag
I'ma blow it all
Then go do again
She tryna' fuck on the kid
Only way that we fucking if you tryna bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body
I'm flexing, you know that I'm setting these trends
Pocket watching like a pussy
I can't keep track of all the money I spend

Hate cause we popping, I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I'm sticking to the plan
All white walk in, looking like a Xan
They been plotting, boy them boys ain't your friends
Can't trip my Balenci's came without no laces
I see they showing love to the fakes
My niggas was breaking bread before we made it
Blow in the field, he keep on catching cases
I know some niggas that's locked in that box
They was definitely Roddy, but never got rich
I feel like I can't put trust in nobody
These niggas ain't solid get caught on the flip
All my niggas got bodies and sticks
Me and my niggas was sharing clothes
But look we finally rich
Can't reminisce about the past days
I'm just tryna get my back straight

I ran it up
Got me a bag
I'ma blow it all
Then go do it again
She tryna' fuck on the kid
Only way that we fucking if you tryna bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I'm flexing
You know that I'm setting these trends
Pocket watching like a pussy
I can't keep track of all the money I spend

Hate cause we popping, I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I'm sticking to the plan
All white walk in, looking like a Xan
They been plotting, boy them boys ain't your friends

Everybody switching up for no reason
I've been out here, I've been fighting my demons
Hoodie on, yeah, it's really that season
Keep your love, cause a nigga don't need it
Fuck the plain jane, bitch I need my shit flooded
Bag chasing, overloaded on luggage
2020 whip I don't need to touch it
Just push the button and this bitch get to running
This bitch get to running, I pull out the choppa, you running
That's not your bitch if you know that we fucking
Too many hunnids, no time for no loving
They mad cause I'm up, I turn nothing to something

I ran it up
Got me a bag
I'ma blow it all
Then go do it again
She tryna' fuck on the kid
Only way that we fucking if you tryna bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I'm flexing
You know that I'm setting these trends
Pocket watching like a pussy
I can't keep track of all the money I spend

Hate cause' we popping, I call that a fan
Then flip the script, I'm sticking to the plan
All white walk in, looking like a Xan
They been plotting, boy them boys ain't your friends