Dave East - Blow That S#%t lyrics

[Intro: AZ] Hehe, get money (Get money) Everybody get money, right? Well, ain't they? [Pre-Chorus: [?] & Dave East] One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump) Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump) G550 make the lot jump Table full of sweet Mickey, ni**a, pop somethin' [Chorus: [?] & Dave East] Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Blow that sh*t (Blow it, ni**a) Blow that sh*t Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, ni**a [Verse 1: AZ] Secret agendas, I sit amongst my members involved And like gods, we dialogue over dinnеrs incog' Close curtains, expose no pеrson Privacy's a part of the weave, globally mergin' Conversin', speakin' on physics through an*lytics Stand frigid, double my digits and I ran with it Out of the skillet to a fly high rise, exquisite Luxury views, Central Park exhibit fu*k a critic, switchin' lanes is my claim to fame So my mishaps with the raps? Y'all can blame the game Still, it's the slang mixed with rhythms and mysticism Be in Ibizas, the womens there gon make killas bank 'em, I'm spillin' wisdom Right wrongs, I enlight and reform Scribe a scripture like a picture, send a kite through the storm Let's get it on for what I'm reppin', no misconceptions, I'm imperfection From Brooklyn Bridge, got a sign from BIG, he sent his blessin's [Pre-Chorus: [?] & Dave East] One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump) Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump) G550 make the lot jump Table full of sweet Mickey, ni**a, pop somethin' [Chorus: [?] & Dave East] Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Blow that sh*t (Blow it, ni**a) Blow that sh*t Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, ni**a [Verse 2: Dave East] You dealin' with kings, emerald stones just chill in my rings (Emeralds) He did his time, got his respect just 'cause the ni**a ain't sing (Silence) Sometimes they turn into the choir, interrogation room feelin' like fire (Fire) No Cuban links now, we got on the wire Learned my wisdom from the wise, I paid homage (I did) Respect to those before me, to be honest, this era been kinda boring Wanted a yacht since the Naughty shorts, bucket matchin', smokin' Backwoods Run up in the precinct screamin', "fu*k the Captain!" (fu*k you) Adolescent years, I Metro Bus Manhattan Luck was backwards, everything I touched was tragic Barely graduated, just did enough to pass it From a far, I saw a Rollie, now it Audemars Know when it's really smoke, it's hard to call it off Fragrance of cigars straight from Havannah Condo in Atlanta, smokin', watchin' reruns of Fred Sanford Smell the candles, my man showed me how to scam I told my man, "That's very clever" He copped a Benz from next year, that sh*t had Cranberry leather If we never spoke again, we sold grams to live better Bad transmission in that Jetta, our plug was from Venezuela Raised by felons that wanted you dead if you thought 'bout tellin' Morally it's incorrect, mental twisted, that's why we sellin' (Word) [Pre-Chorus: [?] & Dave East] One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump) Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump) G550 make the lot jump Table full of sweet Mickey, ni**a, pop somethin' [Chorus: [?] & Dave East] Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ughh Blow that sh*t (Blow that sh*t) Blow that sh*t Blow that sh*t (Blow it, ni**a) Blow that sh*t Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out It's hard to fail with a digi scale on the couch, ni**a