Juicy J - Blow out
That’s cash, nigga, I got bundles of itYou don’t like it, but these bitches love itIf money ain’t the topic, no discussionI’mma need you broke niggas to change the subjectNiggas mad cause they see me stuntin’Bet you hide when you see an OG comingCatch me in the whip that I do about 200In a ho’s mouth like I’m TV JohnnyHomie, I’ve been doing this shit, I’m a vet in thisShit, you little niggas need to catch upThat Ferrari outside so fast it can flySo sick it need a check upNiggas went down when the chips was lowNow they think I owe them somethingSame niggas who was talking down on meWant me to throw ‘em somethingMotherfvcker, I walk up in the club then show outPo’ more out, you tripping if you bring your ho outI throw dough outAin’t nothing changed but my change and my chains and I’m ballin’Numbers on the board, look like a blow outCame this far all on my ownHit after hit, now I’m in my zoneBitch, I topped the charts with every songNow the Billboard’s my second home (ballin’)Blow out – ballin’, blow out – ballin’Blow out – ballin’, blow out – ballin’... Just bought a cemetery (blow out- ballin’)They killing niggas all day (blow out- ballin’)Just put a million on the Lakers (blow out- ballin’)And I ain’t ever at the games (blow out- ballin’)Smoking weed with a politician (blow out- ballin’)The nigga wearing my chains (blow out- ballin’)We go to dinner every night, celebrate (blow out- ballin’)Tip a hundred racks to the waitress (blow out- ballin’)Living in the clouds, but I still see clearMotherfvckers hate the fact that we still hereI tour all year, if it’s cash then I’m all earSame team, different state, feeling like Paul PierceI’m the star here, making toast, burning bread, niggaMy new gold chain exciting the feds, niggaGot it on my own, never had to beg, niggaNow everything Louis, Gucci and Hermes, niggaStill rolling up, fresh out the pound, niggaFly in your bitch then hit the town with herYou know Juicy the type to po’ up, roll up a swisher then I get her highAin’t no coming down, nigga, hash all in my rilloMy eyes in the red zone, but nah I ain’t touchdownHoes used to flex on meNow they do anything just to get me to cuff nowOnly rock the finest shitCloset filled with designer shitAll this ice in my rollieI can’t even see what time it isI be thumbing through a check, bruhWatch the Louis V store on Rodeo get shut downHit you niggas with the tech, bruhTaking shots from the free throw line, but it ain’t no fouls (ballin’)Blow out – ballin’, blow out – ballin’Blow out – ballin’, blow out – ballin’... Just bought a cemetery (blow out- ballin’)They killing niggas all day (blow out- ballin’)Just put a million on the Lakers (blow out- ballin’)And I ain’t ever at the games (blow out- ballin’)Smoking weed with a politician (blow out- ballin’)The nigga wearing my chains (blow out- ballin’)We go to dinner every night, celebrate (blow out- ballin’)Tip a hundred racks to the waitress (blow out- ballin’)
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Show Out
23 (ft. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa)
Dance (feat. Stuey Rock)
Blow out
All I blow is loud
The woods (feat. Justin Timberlake)
Stop it
So much money
Smoke a nigga (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
Scholarship (feat. ASAP Rocky)
Bandz a make her dance (feat. Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz)
Having sex (feat. Trina & 2 Chainz)
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