Blam Lyrics

Ay, bitch I got no stylist

Cartier lens, see that bullshit from a mile

I just put on Dior, now they hoe be wil'in'

I'm doin' this shit all by myself, I ain't signin'

Lickin' on my wrist, she suckin' my dick, I thought we just vibin'

Why your friend takin' pics? Her gram eat more than her child

All you gotta do is get that cash and she go wild

I'm bossin' up my bro 'fore I boss up a hoe, that shit be foul

Damn

Everything I do in the plan

Rockstar life, fans be chantin'

Every day, get one chance

I woke up and made some bands, yeah

I get lit, uh, she get blam, uh

I get lit, uh, she get blam, uh

I get lit, uh, she get blam, uh

I get lit, uh, she get blam, wha

I get lit, uh, we get blam, uh

I get lit, we get blam

Let my beat talk

'Kay, okay

Ever since we got this rich, I feel it in my veins

I been runnin' on your street, but ya bitch, she runnin' trains

I pop a perc, go insane, she want fame

I go retarded, she givin' me brain

I'm off the X and the fuckin' cocaine

And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the—ah!

I got some love, but I still feel some pain

Money done changed so I guess I done changed

Been gettin' high, bitch I been on the way, yeah I been on the way, yeah

Been gettin' high, bitch I been on the way, why you in the way

Why you in the way

Yeah, I been on the way