Wiz Khalifa – Blindfolds (feat. Juicy J) Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Blindfolds (feat. Juicy J) Lyrics
Blindfolds
Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)
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    "Blindfolds." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)

    Album: Taylor Allderdice
    Track No: 17
    Real trippy ****
    (La música de Harry Fraud)
    Hippie ****
    Uh
    ****, my mom blow that kind of cash, ****, what you talkin' 'bout?
    Poppin' bottles and shit
    Groceries, fool, haha
    Uh, you know I kill
    Any motherfuckin' song that I go on
    And I don't gotta count the money that I spend 'cause I get it in
    My bread so long
    My bank big, ****, prolonged
    My brain fried, ****, so long
    I hate fake **** and so on
    Take all the money that I made this year and that be that the reason that you hatin'
    Plus, I smoke the bombest weed, I call it Californication
    A island for vacation, I'm piling all this cake
    A hundred thousand for the safe, just bought a pound and I'ma face it
    Now watch me
    You **** see my pieces, try to copy
    My Rollie presidential, plus the rings that I got on by Versace
    And I ain't even cocky, I'm just confident that I'm the shit
    You hating motherfuckers know what time it is
    I'm just riding 'round my side of town (Uh)
    Got my windows up and my speakers loud
    And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
    Bet the haters wish they could see me now
    But the money in the way
    Every one of us get money, bruh
    But the money in the way
    My **** on the real, all you see is dollar bill
    I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with
    That ho that you in love with the ho I mess around with
    Come fuck with a Taylor, blue dream in my paper
    Bombay Sapphire for my people, but tonight I'm doing Jaeger (Fucked up)
    Twenty years on (Mhm), and I ain't falling off (You know it)
    **** flex about the check, and they run their mouth (Cash)
    Ferrari pull up, guess who hoppin' out? (Me)
    With a double cup in hand and some money count (Cash)
    Rockin' Louie this (Louis this), I'm rockin' Louis that (Louis that)
    Louis on my ass, Louis on my hat (On my hat)
    When I hit the club, Louis in my hand (Bitch)
    That's that Louis XIII, Louis in my glass (In my glass)
    I'm just riding 'round my side of town
    Got my windows up and my speakers loud
    And we smokin', so I'm gon' need a pound
    Bet the haters wish they could see me now
    But the money in the way
    Every one of us get money, bruh
    But the money in the way
    My **** on the real, all you see is dollar bill
    It's Rob Markman, you already know what it is
    You know me and Cap go back
    You know what I mean?
    Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started, O.N.I.F.C. is next
    The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
    Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's just ready to drop on you
    Keep movin' and movin'

    Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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