Blow Me

[Chorus]
Talk sick shit
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon’ have to blow me
You gon’ have to blow me
You gon’ have to blow me
Now I’m all messed up
You gon’ have to hold me
You gon’ have to hold me
You gon’ have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to blow me
[Verse 1]
Fancy, classy, rich, nasty (Wow, yeah)
Bought a BM, then I crashed it (Skrrt, whoops)
Spazzin’, thrashin’, maxin’, cards (Duh, woah)
Pretty bitch breakin’ your heart (Haha, yeah)
I’ma just handle my business
Bitch, get off my diznick
Want to, but you can’t hit this (Ugh)
Stand out so you can’t miss this (Huh)
FOMO, you don’t wanna miss this (Yeah)
I’m the one he gonna want for Christmas (Yeah)
Wishlist, gift this
Pussy on a hitlist, yummy (Yummy)
Eat it like it’s brеakfast
Every nigga got me on they chеcklist
Mouth crazy reckless, gave him an erection
Bad bitches know if I present this
Cars always tinted
Why is your wig always lifted?
I don’t know
You a broke a nigga, then I can’t go
Nails so long, nigga, I can’t roll
Yeah, you wanna fuck, but I call him “bro” (Haha)

[Chorus]
Talk sick shit
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon’ have to blow me
You gon’ have to blow me
You gon’ have to blow me
Now I’m all messed up
You gon’ have to hold me
You gon’ have to hold me
You gon’ have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to blow me
[Verse 2]
I get six figures for a concert (Yeah)
You need to blend more, fix your contour
Your bitch ain’t bad, she a eyesore
Truth hurts, baby, you should lie more (Bitch)
It’s always the basic bitches with the most to say
If I press the button, we gonna send him outer space
Give me that plate, I just motherfuckin’ ate (Ate)
No, he ain’t bae, but he mine’s for the day
And he go down under (G’day, mate)
I don’t ever check the bill on a dinner date
Spend it, spend it, Louis, Chanel
Balenci’, Botega, sendin’ the mail
Kendress, bundles, pay for my nails (Yeah)
Spendin’ numbers, he said this isn’t fair
I said kiss it right there, I need it right now
If you can’t put it down, then I’m leavin’ you here

[Chorus]
Talk sick shit
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
Rich bitch drugs
You gon’ have to blow me
You gon’ have to blow me
You gon’ have to blow me
Now I’m all messed up
You gon’ have to hold me
You gon’ have to hold me
You gon’ have to hold me
Talk sick shit
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to show me
You gon’ have to blow me
[Outro]
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Uh, alright
Uh, alright
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