Blah Blah Blah (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
It was hard to hear at first
I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
And these b*tches bound to get hurt
‘Cause a lot of these n*ggas be playin’
And I f*ck with shorty on the low
And I know she know I’m the man
So that extra sh*t gotta go
She probably don’t know that I f*cked her friend
If she ask about it
I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
When she try to argue with me
I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
Trying to get back with me
I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
And we ain’t talking about no money
I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I said, n*gga be talkin' that blah
'Til you walk up with that blah, we ain't playin'
Heard he got hit in his eye
Heard he got bust in his mouth, see I'm sayin'?
Shorty gon' get on that D
First she gon' get on her knees, she ain't prayin'
Told her I'ma run it right back
Dog it ain't even like that, she ain't stayin'
I ain't got no f*ckin' time, 'less it's f*ckin' time
You ain't with it, go, please don't waste my f*ckin' time
Got places to go, got people to see
Got this kilo on my neck, I'm just keepin' it G
n*ggas dissin' for a listen, waitin' for a mention
n*ggas lose all respect tryna gain attention
All this extra sh*t, man I need choppers with extensions
And all this work out here, you'd think we're waitin' on a pension, n*gga
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
It was hard to hear at first
I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
And these b*tches bound to get hurt
‘Cause a lot of these n*ggas be playin’
And I f*ck with shorty on the low
And I know she know I’m the man
So that extra sh*t gotta go
She probably don’t know that I f*cked her friend
If she ask about it
I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
When she try to argue with me
I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
Trying to get back with me
I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
And we ain’t talking about no money
I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Every time I talk to my baby mama
She like "Blah, blah, blah, blah"
Every time I f*ck on my Spanish b*tch
She call me papa
Every time I hit the club
I came with all of my n*ggas
Them n*ggas over there, they broke
I take all of their b*tches
I spend all of this money
Then get it right back in the morning
Got that Sprite in my cup
With some of that you ain't even know it
Wash that zanny down with that Möet
I be f*cked up but I never show it
Bought 10 bottles, I ain't even pour up
I just came to make the sh*t go up
Yeah, ball out on these hoes
Bars out on these hoes, I'll leave without these hoes
That's on my mama, that's on the game
It's so loud, I can't hear what you're sayin'
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
It was hard to hear at first
I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
And these b*tches bound to get hurt
‘Cause a lot of these n*ggas be playin’
And I f*ck with shorty on the low
And I know she know I’m the man
So that extra sh*t gotta go
She probably don’t know that I f*cked her friend
If she ask about it
I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
When she try to argue with me
I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
Trying to get back with me
I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
And we ain’t talking about no money
I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”

[Verse 3: Dej Loaf]
I done made a hundred K this week
Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
All white, not a stain on me
Diamonds dance like K.O.D
Pimp sh*t, should have a cane on me
I'm in Saks, no c'est la vie
I don't Tampa, that's 813
Them n*ggas know I'm from the 313
This b*tch think she f*ckin' with me
Tell her body bag herself
And I did this on my own
I ain't ever ask for help
f*ck you mean? That's that cash you smelled
Talk crazy, no pastors here
Make a pus*y do a backwards flip
Hallelujah yeah the pastor's here
Choppers spit, ch-choppers out
Chopper style, hundred rounds
Get on the ground, don't make a sound, yeah, yeah
Keep runnin' your mouth, have them boys run in your house
Silencer don't make a sound
Blah, blah, blah, blah
These pussies off their mark
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
It was hard to hear at first
I couldn’t understand what you sayin’
And these b*tches bound to get hurt
‘Cause a lot of these n*ggas be playin’
And I f*ck with shorty on the low
And I know she know I’m the man
So that extra sh*t gotta go
She probably don’t know that I f*cked her friend
If she ask about it
I’m a be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
When she try to argue with me
I be like, “Blah blah blah blah”
Trying to get back with me
I be like, “Hell nah nah nah”
And we ain’t talking about no money
I’m like, “Blah blah blah blah”