Blush Lyrics

This money make me blush

This money got my love yea thats for a fact

I ain't worried bout

whoever in front of me I gotta watch my back

If you fucking with my brothers

We making you suffer

For sure

Yea we getting back

I ain't giving no mercy

Why is you lurking

Why you keeping track

Paper we get it

This shit ain't just rap

No it ain't that

I rap about shit that I'm living

This nigga ain't this

This nigga ain't that

Bitch get off the dizzick

Hoe mind ya business

Just eat up

Just eat up

Just eat up my children

You whore

My tew tew tew tew

Off of the perky

He booted he booted he booted

Like he in war

He let it bang

He shoot it he shoot it he shoot it

Won't hesitate or procrastinate for your life

So you just might lose it

If you fuck with my family

Cause it could get ugly

Please don't do it

That shit ain't this

This shit ain't that

Bitch don't get it confused

Money bring you power

Feeling like Austin

Feeling groovy baby

I like me a freak fly bitch who the niggas can't speak with

Yea she hard to get

She just get money handle all her shit

and fuck on me can't love a thot bitch

Oh no no

No

We don't love em' thotties

Too Much money to put in a wallet

Too much money it stretch out my pockets

Too much money to the point where I keep it in crib

Or I'm making deposits

Niggas quick to show off they paper

No I ain't hater but boy Pyro be quick just to hide it

Jump jump yea fuck up the roof

She wanna fuck off the 19 40 deuce

Niggas could hate shit just give me boost

These niggas ain't hearing me better get in tune

Fuck it it's fuck em'

Fuck it it's nothing

Cause we getting to it

Money we touching

I'm money fucking

Cause it keep cumin

Money obsession

Why Pyro keep blushing

This money make me blush

This money got my love yea that's for a fact

I ain't worried bout

whoever in front of me I gotta watch my back

If you fucking with my brothers

We making you suffer

For sure

Yea we getting back

I ain't giving no mercy

Why is you lurking

Why you keeping track

Paper we get it

This shit ain't just rap

No it ain't that

I rap about shit that I'm living

This nigga ain't this

This nigga ain't that

Bitch get off the dizzick

Hoe mind ya business

Just eat up

Just eat up

Just eat up my children

You whore