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Bling Blao*

by Skinnyfromthe9 & Fetty Wap

[Verse 1: Skinnyfromthe9]
They wanna see it, say it loud (Say it loud)
I got diamonds dancing on me, bling blaow (Bling blaow)
If they don't know my name, bet they know it now (They know it now)
I'm that nigga in my city, say it loud (Say it)
Bling blaow, diamonds on me, bling blaow (Gang, gang, gang)
Bling blaow, 100 on a piece, wow (Gang, bling blaow)
Bling blaow, diamonds on me, sing it loud (Bling blaow)
I keep on going in the trap (Yeah)
I used to stay after dinner (Yeah)
I keep my mind on my business (Yeah)
How could a nigga get better?
I be drippin', I be drippin' when I walk around
I got bitches tryna fuck me, yeah, they want me now
They was laughing at a nigga, I was dead broke
Now I got money, I can take your bitch like, "Let's go" (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just pulled up to the party, uh
All of these bitches, they boring, yeah
But I ask my momma don't call me, no
I ask my momma don't call me, no (Yeah)
She want me back in the morning
I got a business to chore at
Rollie on me, bustdown
Diamonds on me, bling blaow (Gang)
40 on me, right now
30 on me, right now (Skrrt)
Drippin' on 'em, don't drown (Don't drown)
Drippin' on 'em, don't drown

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, free bound, caught her off the rebound (Off the rebound, yeah)
Ayy, free pounds, nigga, I got the free pounds (Nigga, free pounds)
Ayy, I'm a gang nigga, I go three rounds (I'm a big gang nigga)
Ayy, boy, you hating nigga, what your beef 'bout?
Ayy, let 'em hang down to the Trues baby (Trues, baby)
Ayy, I'ma winner, I don't even lose, baby (I don't even lose, baby)
Ayy, big bands, pocket full of blues, baby (Full of blues, baby)
Ayy, smokin' opp pack when I cruise, baby (Ayy, when I cruise, baby)
Ayy, diamonds on me, you can see the jewels, baby (Ayy, you can see the jewels baby, blaow)
Ayy, run up on me, he gon' make the news, baby (He gon' make the news, baby)
Ayy, uh, 40 on me with the beam, baby (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, uh, pockets full of green, I love cream, baby

[Verse 3: PHresher]
I said tell me what you got
Niggas still smoke cookie, I got hustle in my blood
Running with the 9, fuck with Wop, like what you want?
Rebound, tell her foreign, she like wow
Runnin' bricks on green mile
Shorty love my steam, now
Rolling in that hood, I get you pass out
Money nigga, yeah, these nigga mask out
Pull up, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, bitch, a NasCar
Tap up with Skinny and we blowing bands up
I ain't never hit no lick, these pussy niggas rebound
Under pressure, got a chest up in a foreign car
In a minute, she got ass, that's a porn star
She wanna fuck with me then 'cause we born stars

[Verse 4: Soulja Boy Tell 'Em]
Ayy, she wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we on, ayy
I pulled up, drop-top, two-tone, ayy
Young nigga got rich off my cellphone
Ayy, turn trap-house into a trap-home
Ayy, I hit the block with a snubnosed
.23, hollow tip, leave a fuck nigga gone