Lyrics to Blow It All
She tryna' fuck on the kid
Only way that we fuckin' 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 fuckin' if you tryna bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body
I'm flexin', you know that I'm settin' these trends
Pocket watchin' like a pussy
I can't keep track of all the money I spend

Hate cause we poppin', I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan
All white walk in, lookin' like a Xan
They been plottin', boy them boys ain't your friends
Can't trip my Balenci's came without no laces
I see they showin' 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 sharin' 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 fuckin' if you tryna bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin'
You know that I'm settin' these trends
Pocket watchin' like a pussy
I can't keep track of all the money I spend

Hate cause we poppin', I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan
All white walk in, lookin' like a Xan
They been plottin', boy them boys ain't your friends

Everybody switchin' up for no reason
I've been out here, I've been fightin' 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 chasin', overloaded on luggage
2020 whip I don't need to touch it
Just push the button and this bitch get to runnin'
This bitch get to runnin', I pull out the choppa, you runnin'
That's not your bitch if you know that we fuckin'
Too many hunnids, no time for no lovin'
They mad cause I'm up, I turn nothin' to somethin'

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 fuckin' if you tryna bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin'
You know that I'm settin' these trends
Pocket watchin' like a pussy
I can't keep track of all the money I spend

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