Blow Out lyrics

[Intro]
There comes a time in every goon’s life
A n*gga wanna flex, and keep on flexin
And keep on flexin, and keep on flexin

[Verse 1]
That's cash, n*gga, I got bundles of it
You don't like it, but these b*tches love it
If money ain't the topic, no discussion
I'mma need you broke n*ggas to change the subject
n*ggas mad cause they see me stuntin'
Bet you hide when you see an OG coming
Catch me in the whip that I do about 200
In a ho's mouth like I'm TV Johnny
Homie, I've been doing this sh*t, I'm a vet in this
sh*t, you little n*ggas need to catch up
That Ferrari outside so fast it can fly
So sick it need a check up
n*ggas went down when the chips was low
Now they think I owe them something
Same n*ggas who was talking down on me
Want me to throw 'em something
Motherf*cker, I walk up in the club then show out
Po' more out, you tripping if you bring your ho out
I throw dough out
Ain't nothing changed but my change and my chains and I'm ballin'
Numbers on the board, look like a blow out
Came this far all on my own
Hit after hit, now I'm in my zone
b*tch, I topped the charts with every song
Now the Billboard's my second home (ballin')
[Hook]
Blow out - ballin' [8x]
Just bought a cemetery (blow out- ballin')
They killing n*ggas 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 n*gga 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')

[Verse 2]
Living in the clouds, but I still see clear
Motherf*ckers hate the fact that we still here
I tour all year, if it's cash then I'm all ear
Same team, different state, feeling like Paul Pierce
I'm the star here, making toast, burning bread, n*gga
My new gold chain exciting the feds, n*gga
Got it on my own, never had to beg, n*gga
Now everything Louis, Gucci and Hermès, n*gga
Still rolling up, fresh out the pound, n*gga
Fly in your b*tch then hit the town with her
You know Juicy the type to po' up, roll up a swisher then I get her high
Ain't no coming down, n*gga, hash all in my rillo
My eyes in the red zone, but nah I ain't touchdown
Hoes used to flex on me
Now they do anything just to get me to cuff now
Only rock the finest sh*t
Closet filled with designer sh*t
All this ice in my rollie
I can't even see what time it is
I be thumbing through a check, bruh
Watch the Louis V store on Rodeo get shut down
Hit you n*ggas with the tech, bruh
Taking shots from the free throw line, but it ain't no fouls (ballin')
[Hook]
Blow out - ballin' [8x]
I'm allergic to these broke n*ggas (blow out- ballin')
So I went and bought a plane (blow out- ballin')
Duffle with Columbians (blow out- ballin')
While you n*ggas cutting cake (blow out- ballin')
I'm in Russia buying diamonds (blow out- ballin')
While you n*ggas buying chains (blow out- ballin')
Your wife say ''Juicy" when y'all f*cking?' (blow out- ballin')
Get used to my name (blow out- ballin')

[Outro]
Your wife say ''Juicy" when y'all f*ckin'
Get used to my name