"Blame" lyrics
Ayy (WassupJP)
(AB, play them keys)
24KGoldn on her Goyard, lil' shorty, I'm a fan of you
QRN
I just spent twenty-five hundred dollars on a Balenciaga purse for her
There ain't no way you ain't proud of me
There ain't no way I lost the 'Rari key
I think they hate I came from poverty
All day, all pay like Monopoly
Project baby in designer, keep a cool hundred with him
Money counter on the counter, count a cool one-twenty
My neck and wrist, they shinin', you can't do nothin' with it
I'm all in traffic, Danny Phantom, who gon' shoot something with me?
My first safe was a shoebox
Thirty clip, I wrapped it up in tape so it could shoot out
We hustled all in the schoolhouse
Brand new Wraith, catch me ridin' foreign while I'm out of bounds
Fettucine, I been gettin' more while I'm out of town
Lamborghini, passin' by your bitch, I know I made her smile
"He ain't never get me," that's exactly how a hater sound
R.I.P. to Dolph 'cause all I know is take the paper route
Probably lost it all and got it back, trapped out a vacant house
My lil' dog be tryna catch a hat, I tell him, "Chase the cash"
My other partner turned into rat, you can't erase your past
All day, I'ma dream about that sack while swervin' in the Scat
Came up from the bottom and you saw me, you can't tell me that
There ain't no way you ain't proud of me
There ain't no way I lost the 'Rari key
I think they hate I came from poverty
All day, all pay like Monopoly
Project baby in designer, keep a cool hundred with him
Money counter on the counter, count a cool one-twenty
My neck and wrist, they shinin', you can't do nothin' with it
I'm all in traffic, Danny Phantom, who gon' shoot something with me?
Michael Jackson "Billie Jean" on the radio
Laughin' to the bank with candy paint on that Aventador
Hundred thousand on the chain, private plane and foreign hoes
This the life I wanna live, can cash out on designer clothes
Jetskis in my Miami ocean, 'Fetti got my wrist so frozen
Codeine crazy, I done waste an eighthy on Amiri clothing
Eighteen-hundred, I done made an eighteen on a Motorolla
Baby money, think you takin' somethin', I'ma put you under
Two hundred, I done paid that and then I made back
Countin' money in a Maybach while shorty laid back
Burberry fit, it cost me eight stacks, you know that they cap
I cleaned the money off with Ajax, you can say that
There ain't no way you ain't proud of me
There ain't no way I lost the 'Rari key
I think they hate I came from poverty
All day, all pay like Monopoly
Project baby in designer, keep a cool hundred with him
Money counter on the counter, count a cool one-twenty
My neck and wrist, they shinin', you can't do nothin' with it
I'm all in traffic, Danny Phantom, who gon' shoot something with me?
(AB, play them keys)
24KGoldn on her Goyard, lil' shorty, I'm a fan of you
QRN
I just spent twenty-five hundred dollars on a Balenciaga purse for her
There ain't no way you ain't proud of me
There ain't no way I lost the 'Rari key
I think they hate I came from poverty
All day, all pay like Monopoly
Project baby in designer, keep a cool hundred with him
Money counter on the counter, count a cool one-twenty
My neck and wrist, they shinin', you can't do nothin' with it
I'm all in traffic, Danny Phantom, who gon' shoot something with me?
My first safe was a shoebox
Thirty clip, I wrapped it up in tape so it could shoot out
We hustled all in the schoolhouse
Brand new Wraith, catch me ridin' foreign while I'm out of bounds
Fettucine, I been gettin' more while I'm out of town
Lamborghini, passin' by your bitch, I know I made her smile
"He ain't never get me," that's exactly how a hater sound
R.I.P. to Dolph 'cause all I know is take the paper route
Probably lost it all and got it back, trapped out a vacant house
My lil' dog be tryna catch a hat, I tell him, "Chase the cash"
My other partner turned into rat, you can't erase your past
All day, I'ma dream about that sack while swervin' in the Scat
Came up from the bottom and you saw me, you can't tell me that
There ain't no way you ain't proud of me
There ain't no way I lost the 'Rari key
I think they hate I came from poverty
All day, all pay like Monopoly
Project baby in designer, keep a cool hundred with him
Money counter on the counter, count a cool one-twenty
My neck and wrist, they shinin', you can't do nothin' with it
I'm all in traffic, Danny Phantom, who gon' shoot something with me?
Michael Jackson "Billie Jean" on the radio
Laughin' to the bank with candy paint on that Aventador
Hundred thousand on the chain, private plane and foreign hoes
This the life I wanna live, can cash out on designer clothes
Jetskis in my Miami ocean, 'Fetti got my wrist so frozen
Codeine crazy, I done waste an eighthy on Amiri clothing
Eighteen-hundred, I done made an eighteen on a Motorolla
Baby money, think you takin' somethin', I'ma put you under
Two hundred, I done paid that and then I made back
Countin' money in a Maybach while shorty laid back
Burberry fit, it cost me eight stacks, you know that they cap
I cleaned the money off with Ajax, you can say that
There ain't no way you ain't proud of me
There ain't no way I lost the 'Rari key
I think they hate I came from poverty
All day, all pay like Monopoly
Project baby in designer, keep a cool hundred with him
Money counter on the counter, count a cool one-twenty
My neck and wrist, they shinin', you can't do nothin' with it
I'm all in traffic, Danny Phantom, who gon' shoot something with me?
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Aaron Bigelow, Joseph Provencio
