Blow Out Lyrics - Singles - Juicy J

That's cash, nigga, I got bundles of it 

You don't like it, but these bitches love it 

If money ain't the topic, no discussion 

I'mma need you broke niggas to change the subject 

Niggas mad cause they see me stuntin' 

Bet you hide when you see an OG coming 

Catch me in the whip that I do about 200 

In a ho mouth like I'm TV Johnny 

Homie, I've been doing this shit, I'm a vet in this 

Shit, you little niggas need to catch up 

That Ferrari out there so fast it can fly 

So sick it need a check up 

Niggas went down when the chips was low 

Now they think I owe them something 

Same niggas who was talking down on me 

Want me to throw 'em something 

Motherfucker, I walk up in the club then show out 

Po' more out, you tripping if you bring your ho out 

I throw dough out 

Ain't nothing changed but my change and my chains and I'm ballin' 

Numbers on the board, look like a blow out 

Came this far all on my own 

Hit after hit, now I'm in my zone 

Bitch, I topped the charts with every song 

Now the Billboard's my second home (ballin') 

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Blow out - ballin' [8x] 

Just bought a cemetery (blow out- ballin') 

They killing niggas all day (blow out- ballin') 

Just put a million on the Lakers (blow out- ballin') 

And I ain't ever at the games (blow out- ballin') 

Smoking weed with a politician (blow out- ballin') 

The nigga wearing my chains (blow out- ballin') 

We go to dinner every night, celebrate (blow out- ballin') 

Tip a hundred racks to the waitress (blow out- ballin') 

Living in the clouds, but I still see clear 

Motherfuckers hate the fact that we still here 

I tour all year, if it's cash then I'm all ears 

Same team, different state, feeling like paul pierce 

I'm the star here, making toast, burning bread, nigga 

My new gold chain excite the feds, nigga 

Got it on my own, never had to beg, nigga 

Now everything Louie, Gucci in the mass, nigga 

Still rolling up fresh out of the pound, nigga 

Fly in your bitch then hit the town with her 

You know Juicy the type to po' up, roll up a swisher then I get her high 

Ain't no coming down, nigga, hash all in my rillo 

My eyes in the red zone, but nah I ain't touchdown 

Hoes used to flex on me 

Now they do anything just to get me to cuff now 

Only rock the finest shit 

Closet filled with designer shit 

All this ice in my rollie 

I can't even see what time it is 

I be thumbing through a check, bruh 

Watch the Louie V store on Rodeo get shut down 

Hit you niggas with the tech, bruh 

Taking shots from the free throw line, but it ain't no fouls (ballin') 

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Blow out - ballin' [8x] 

I'm allergic to these broke niggas (blow out- ballin') 

So I went and bought a plane (blow out- ballin') 

Duffle with Columbians (blow out- ballin') 

While you niggas cutting cake (blow out- ballin') 

I'm Russia buying diamonds (blow out- ballin') 

While you niggas buying chains (blow out- ballin') 

Your wife say ''Juicy, when y'all fucking?'' (blow out- ballin') 

Get used to my name (blow out- ballin')