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Grandz! Video (MV)




Performed By: BLXX
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Jose Carranza




BLXX - Grandz! Lyrics




Patek on my wrist, cost a couple grand
I don't mess with tricks, they all try to scam
No one mess with BLXX, he'll blast up at your mans
I'm making money move, I'm making money dance

Had to cut some off, I had to make some new
We're cut from different cloth, I swore we'll never lose
Yeah I'm bout my talk, this ain't pick and choose
She's poison by the lot, but I know she'll chop shit up
This ain't just an era, this my lifestyle
Ima ball till I fall, with the lights out
I'm addicted to the racks, told her grab a stack
Baby matter fact, whatchu want is that

What you want is that What you want is that
What you want is that
What you want is that
What you want is that

Patek on my wrist, cost a couple grand
I don't f*ck with tricks, they all try to scam
No one mess with BLXX, he'll blast up at your mans
I'm making money move, I'm making money dance

I know that I'm the goat the world inside my hands
I just do the most, any day I can
Stepping' in the Lenci's, walking on the bands
Moving hella fishy, used to be the man

Now I got to go, get this shit all by myself
Count it up, count it up, count it up, by the wealth
Then I up my pole, grab my racks, bitch I grab my belt
VVS on me, it's that ice, rocking number 12
Yeah I know you jealous, boy you jealous looking quite like hell
If I find your boy, he gone scream, he gone hide and tell
But he slow like snail, up my blick, Ima pump them shells
I just popped a bean for the team, and I know I'm well
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Patek on my wrist, cost a couple grand
I don't mess with tricks, they all try to scam
No one mess with BLXX, he'll blast up at your mans
I'm making money move, I'm making money dance

Had to cut some off, I had to make some new
We're cut from different cloth, I swore we'll never lose
Yeah I'm bout my talk, this ain't pick and choose
She's poison by the lot, but I know she'll chop shit up
This ain't just an era, this my lifestyle
Ima ball till I fall, with the lights out
I'm addicted to the racks, told her grab a stack
Baby matter fact, whatchu want is that

What you want is that What you want is that
What you want is that
What you want is that
What you want is that

Patek on my wrist, cost a couple grand
I don't f*ck with tricks, they all try to scam
No one mess with BLXX, he'll blast up at your mans
I'm making money move, I'm making money dance

I know that I'm the goat the world inside my hands
I just do the most, any day I can
Stepping' in the Lenci's, walking on the bands
Moving hella fishy, used to be the man

Now I got to go, get this shit all by myself
Count it up, count it up, count it up, by the wealth
Then I up my pole, grab my racks, bitch I grab my belt
VVS on me, it's that ice, rocking number 12
Yeah I know you jealous, boy you jealous looking quite like hell
If I find your boy, he gone scream, he gone hide and tell
But he slow like snail, up my blick, Ima pump them shells
I just popped a bean for the team, and I know I'm well
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Writer: Jose Carranza
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