Blind

Guwopo You gotta be rich to hang with me Huh, she blinding me All these diamonds she blinding me No snitches, no suckers, nah (mmwah) Zaytoven She said she don't got no type, she like the boss type (boss) A rich nigga that be down to fuck her all night (lock) Big Guwop in your house, cuff your hoe tight (cuff 'em) Old insecure nigga, you a hoe type (oh) I told Zay I need the East Atlanta bass shit (bass shit) I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest (greatest) Niggas mad 'cause they broke and they ain't relevant (no) I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since (skrrt) I got money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (no) But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (yup) Bitch it's President's Day, I'm the president ('course) She tryna suck my dick and use that shit for evidence (huh) If you come too close, you in rare air Every time I hit the club, I rock a rare pair (ooh) Twin stones on my finger, and the cut pair And they big as real pears, I'm a real player (wow) I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin' colder, Klondike bear (well, damn) Need to call a timeout 'cause this shit ain't fair (huh) Bitch got runway, shit that she ain't even wear (yeah) On a tear right now, man this shit unreal (yeah) No cap, no cut, it's a done deal Playin' blackjack, I took 'em down a fuckin' half a mil' (champ) Delusions of grandeur so call Dr. Phil (call him) Drop top, red vert, God take the wheel (Guwop) Ah, she know my pockets is swollen She worry 'bout the wrong things, yeah Man, these not a pair of Balmains, yeah And she be actin' like she know me I could buy you bags, buy you Rollies But I can tell you really need controllin' Before you was my girl you was my homie Anytime you want you can hold it I'm an artist, I'm not a sketcher, yeah, yeah I'm a certified flexer, yeah, yeah You buggin' if you think I trust ya That .38 stay in my dresser But they ain't know that I was messed up, yeah, yeah They must've thought I wouldn't catch up, yeah Now open up and let me stretch ya Do that thing that you be doin' with your leg, uh I'm a king and I don't feel no fuckin' pressure I be singin' while I rap, I feel like Usher I'm that nigga, Amiri, got every sweater If you that nigga, nigga, say it with your chest, oh She love my swag, oh yeah, I bought her a new bag I paid the bag for it I'ma give it to her if she ask for it And she know I started in the back, oh yeah Girl I love it when you throw it back on me I'm gon' fuck you good and make you mad horny Swear that I was cheatin', you were black on me Yeah this is my mood I'm wearing black all week I used to have that motherfuckin' MAC on me But now I got somebody else to blast for me But fuck it, if I gotta do it, mask on me Yeah, this is my mood, yeah I'm wearing black all week, ah Ah, she know my pockets is swollen She worry 'bout the wrong things, yeah Man, these not a pair of Balmains, yeah And she be actin' like she know me I could buy you bags, buy you Rollies But I can tell you really need controllin' Before you was my girl you was my homie (homie) Anytime you want you can hold it (hold it) Anytime you want you can hold it She be worried 'bout the wrong things These not a pair of Balmains