Zak Downtown - Don't Blow My High текст песни

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine
So don't blow my high, no
Don't blow my high
I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine
So don't blow my high, no
Don't blow my motherfucking high
High, high, high, high, high
Don't blow my motherfucking high
High, high, high, high, high

Can't see me coming like a back screen
I'm here for that cash beam
When the mass leads I'mma wait
Dreaming 'bout all types of cake
I want paper, not feigning hoe
We all know that don't last
I'm blowing on that Cali kush
I know someone that grows that
Put that in the grinder, grow paper just like a binder
Must I remind you I'm here for the gold like a miner
Your girl on my show on the minors
Stunt my funky, she had me back, she like me 'cause I'm rapping
I'm fine with that
She tell me I'm guapo but I just want that guap
I change plans, I make grams, now I shake hands with made men
I make trends, don't follow shit, ditched all my fake friends
Often imitated, but we originated
Shorty gave me the keys to the crib and I just might visit later
Like high, welcome to the new wave
Time to get that money ain't no such thing as toupee
We stack it, stack it, stack it, stack it
'Bout to go block it and stunt on your asses

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine
So don't blow my high, no
Don't blow my high
I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine

So don't blow my high, no
Don't blow my motherfucking high
High, high, high, high, high
Don't blow my motherfucking high
High, high, high, high, high

Blue dream, Cali kush, please motherfucker don't blow my high
Top down in the winter, god damn nigga how cold am I?
Model trip, want a pot, damn near cried when I told her 'hi'
You think I'mma fly, never get high, I always supply
Cold styling, ok, those gold medallions
That beef get ultraviolet, we turn ultra violent
We crack your vocal noggin, you see that fo-fo styling
Oh no, just know when to blow, don't hold their head, no purple sirens
Ok, I need my chick and visa whipping
It's vicious, the trees I'm twisting that leave a stink
That's perceived as being malicious
So please keep your distance if you ain't trying to be as high as we are
The last person that smoke this had to go to the ER
High, welcome to the new wave
Time to get that money ain't no such thing as toupee
We stack it, stack it, stack it, stack it
'Bout to go block it and stunt on your asses

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine
So don't blow my high, no
Don't blow my high
I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine
So don't blow my high, no
Don't blow my motherfucking high
High, high, high, high, high
Don't blow my motherfucking high
High, high, high, high, high