Blow It All - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Walking with a cool ten in the mall

Fuck that shit, nigga, blow it all

New Chanels in, get a phone call

Tell Jeffrey that I want them all

I bust a pint open, I’m drinking raw

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma ball

Fuck it, I’ma get it right back

Fuck it, I’ma blow it all

They ain’t used to text back, now they call

Fuck them bitches, I’ma fuck them all

Fuck up the money and get it right back

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

I fucked up a little ten in the mall

I trap at Neiman, think I play basketball

I walk in that shit you ain’t never saw

That blue cookie turned into a Avatar

My niggas, they with me, I got them all

Put a four in the Sprite, drink a deuce raw

Put a twenty on my neck, that’s a waterfall

Bust down a Rollie or Audemars, I want them all

Front end come in, I’ma blow it all

Back end come in, I’ma throw it all

Spend money on pistols and choppers and all

Just bought a whole pound, I’ma blow it all

Damn, I got raw on my G Star

I’ma fuck on your bitch at a Five-Star

How you blow a motor out of a brand new car?

Trapping hard, I just bought new Givenchy with stars

Walking with a cool ten in the mall

Fuck that shit, nigga, blow it all

New Chanels in, get a phone call

Tell Jeffrey that I want them all

I bust a pint open, I’m drinking raw

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma ball

Fuck it, I’ma get it right back

Fuck it, I’ma blow it all

They ain’t used to text back, now they call

Fuck them bitches, I’ma fuck them all

Fuck up the money and get it right back

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

Fuck up that shit 'cause I know I’m rich

Grew up for the risk

Eating filet at the Ruth’s Chris

I bust down the Rollie, it’s lit

I throw up the money, she hit the splits

My nigga, we good like we hit a lick

I might just throw the off a brick

I might just trick off on your bitch

I blow it all, I don’t give a shit

Blow it with my niggas, hoodrich

Fuck the rap money, been had the bricks

Got free bands, started from a nick

Keep telling my niggas stop taking shit

Fuck the rap game up, I’m raping it

Designer Pampers when my baby take a shit

I’m the bird man, on my Baby shit

I’ll serve you a baby, I’ll break the bricks

Walking with a cool ten in the mall

Fuck that shit, nigga, blow it all

New Chanels in, get a phone call

Tell Jeffrey that I want them all

I bust a pint open, I’m drinking raw

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma ball

Fuck it, I’ma get it right back

Fuck it, I’ma blow it all

They ain’t used to text back, now they call

Fuck them bitches, I’ma fuck them all

Fuck up the money and get it right back

Fuck it, nigga, I’ma blow it all