Yeah
Ay
What?
Yeah, I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be steppin hella heavy, this piece cost your salary
See I'm countin' all this money, while they counting calories
Tell me where the f*ck your lady, that bitch in my gallary
If you think that I'm untruthful, you're mistaken tragically
Like what's the move, don't say you want the drama, cause I ain't really wanna
Spray and drain these bitches, I'd just rather get the commas
Don't make me start some trauma, cause I got two katanas
And I'll be raisin' hella shit, till I reach nirvana
I'm just stacking milli after milli
Talkin' millions in every lane you think I couldn't
F*ck what you say, they just jealous I do things they couldn't
Hate the lies, but I came up by saying things I shouldn't, (things you wouldn't say)
You a pussy, you ain't really bout' it
Talkin' shit, but can they say it to my face, I doubt it
Need a strap, you bitches cannot stand on shit without it
For these motherf*ckers to exist, I can't allow it, (I got em' shouting)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
Qrystral - BLACKED OUT Lyrics
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Yeah
Ay
What?
Yeah, I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be steppin hella heavy, this piece cost your salary
See I'm countin' all this money, while they counting calories
Tell me where the f*ck your lady, that bitch in my gallary
If you think that I'm untruthful, you're mistaken tragically
Like what's the move, don't say you want the drama, cause I ain't really wanna
Spray and drain these bitches, I'd just rather get the commas
Don't make me start some trauma, cause I got two katanas
And I'll be raisin' hella shit, till I reach nirvana
I'm just stacking milli after milli
Talkin' millions in every lane you think I couldn't
F*ck what you say, they just jealous I do things they couldn't
Hate the lies, but I came up by saying things I shouldn't, (things you wouldn't say)
You a pussy, you ain't really bout' it
Talkin' shit, but can they say it to my face, I doubt it
Need a strap, you bitches cannot stand on shit without it
For these motherf*ckers to exist, I can't allow it, (I got em' shouting)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
Ay
What?
Yeah, I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be steppin hella heavy, this piece cost your salary
See I'm countin' all this money, while they counting calories
Tell me where the f*ck your lady, that bitch in my gallary
If you think that I'm untruthful, you're mistaken tragically
Like what's the move, don't say you want the drama, cause I ain't really wanna
Spray and drain these bitches, I'd just rather get the commas
Don't make me start some trauma, cause I got two katanas
And I'll be raisin' hella shit, till I reach nirvana
I'm just stacking milli after milli
Talkin' millions in every lane you think I couldn't
F*ck what you say, they just jealous I do things they couldn't
Hate the lies, but I came up by saying things I shouldn't, (things you wouldn't say)
You a pussy, you ain't really bout' it
Talkin' shit, but can they say it to my face, I doubt it
Need a strap, you bitches cannot stand on shit without it
For these motherf*ckers to exist, I can't allow it, (I got em' shouting)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
I be swerving, driftin' in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin'
Y'all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain't important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)
Writer: Qrystral, rfghbn rftghb
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