Real trippy niggas La musica de Harry Hippy niggas Uh nigga my mom blow that kinda cash nigga what you talkin bout Pop bottles and shit Groceries fool Uh you know I kill Any motherfucking 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 nigga roll on My brain fried nigga so long I hate fake niggas and so on Take all the money that I made The sharing be out the reason that you're waiting Plus I smoke the bombest weed I call it Californication A island for vacation I'm callin all this cake A hundred thousand for the safe Just baught a pound and I'm a face it Now watch me you niggas see my pieces tryn 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 hatin mother fuckers know what time it is [Hook:] I'm just ridin round my side of town Got my windows up and my speaker loud And we smokin so I'm gonna need a pound Bet the haters wish they can see me now But the money in the way Erry one of us gettin money bruh But money in the way My nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bills I blow a hundred band get the fuck around with That holdin you in love with the hoe I mess around with Cuff up with the Taylor, would you drink my paper My music fuck my people but tonight I'm doing yayger 20 years on and I ain't falling off Niggas flex about the check and they run their mouth Ferrari pull up guess hoppin out With a double couple in hand and some Money count Rockin Louie this I'm rockin Louie that Louie on my ass, Louie on my hat When I hit the club Louie in my hand That's the Louie 13, Louie in my glass [Hook] WIZ KHALIFA LYRICS - Blindfolds
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