Ty Dolla $ign (feat Jeezy, Juicy J, Diddy, T.I., French Montana, ASAP Ferg) - Blasé | Текст песни

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• Ty Dolla $ign (feat Jeezy, Juicy J, Diddy, T.I., French Montana, ASAP Ferg)
• Blasé

[Intro: Diddy]
Yo, let me get some blue dot in this bitch
Yo, turn up the muthafuckin lights
It's about to happen, I feel so high right now

[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign (Diddy)]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I’m just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
I’m just, blasé, blasé
(Ayo, this is the remix, you see me bitch?)
I’m just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
(Ayo, ayo, don't talk if you can't live that nigga)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign (Diddy)]
Blasé, blasé, blasé
Bombay, Bombay, Bombay
Watch me do my gin face
(Off that Ciroc)
We been making plenty
Fuck what a nigga say, when he broke anyway
We some young renegades
Still taking our fades
Long dreads with the braids
Sawed off 12 gauge
Feel like Baby Face Nelson
Did a song with BabyFace
Bitch I’m reppin' Taylors, bitch I’m reppin' Taylors
All my niggas neighbors, we do no favors
TC got the backwood I just roll the papers
I’m just getting paper
I just keep it player
I don’t do no cuffing, I will never save her
I don’t fuck with [?], fuck George Bush and Ronald Reagan
I don’t fuck with Donald Trump he don’t like us
I don’t fuck with snitches, mic’d up
We be in Atlanta and we piped up
You ain’t never seen niggas like us (say what?)
Hitting them licks, fucking your bitch
Still with the shit, I’m young and I’m rich, young and I’m rich
I got hoes nigga, I got hoes in different area codes
I think I’m Nate Dogg

[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign (Diddy)]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
(The remix)
I’m just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
(Ayo, yeah)
I’m just, blasé, blasé
I’m just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
(Still making millions man, hey, hey)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
(Still getting these ills, we ain't going no where bro)
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
(Still getting these ills, still getting these ills
Whatever you need we got it, still getting these ills)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
(Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, let's go)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Got your chick in my Ferrari, all I hear is blasé, blasé
'Bout to kick her ass out if she ain't down with the menaging
I got icicles all on my belt (yeah) being real ain't never felt better (yeah)
I just called my assistant and asked for an update, money all over my schedule
Blowing kush all into the ozone, with a first class seat with a robe on (mhm)
With a bad little bitch from the projects (yes sir) with a purse full of hydrocodone (always)
I do live on Sundays, I do worse 'fore I go on Mondays (let's go)
I'm a muthahfuckin' boss I got my sause than Pace Picante
Niggas muggin in the club cause they starving
I order a hundred wings then send them niggas a bottle (there you go)
Tell them they need a job then give me a call tomorrow
Now stop staring at me dawg you about to upset my shottas (blow)

[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign (Jeezy)]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
(Now if you gonna come in the club nigga come in the club)
I’m just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
(If you gon, If you gonna spend it, spend it all)
I’m just, blasé, blasé
I’m just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
(Oh this the remix right here)
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
(Yeah I need some gold bottles you know how we do nigga
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
(Tell them nigga
YG how it do?)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
(Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, talk to them)

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Get that AP [?] got my eyes all on tarache
If I see her, I’ma get her, wouldn’t be right if I weren’t cocky
Kept me spazzing up in Neiman
Popping grown nigga tags
Yeah these bitches love a nigga
I got that grown nigga swag
Yea big balling in Miami screaming,woah, kemosabe
Say I pull up, steal the shine, you fucking right bitch is a robbery
Lay it down, lay it down, yeah you hoe lay it down
Fuck who I want is my prerogative I just went Bobby Brown
Okay, went triple on the styrofoam, champagne off in my cup
Look here bitch if you so smart
How bout some brains off in my truck
If they say I’m in the building then you know that bitch is lit
Hey Free TC and free Nito, fuck the blasé, I’m with the shits

[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign (Jeezy/Diddy)]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I’m just, whipping Maserati
(Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit man)
I’m just, blasé, blasé
(Niggas talking to me softly
Niggas just talk cause they got lips)
I’m just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is the remix, let's go somewhere)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign (Diddy)]
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
(ayo, I'm so high right now)
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
(Ay, Ty what was that shit...)
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
(That you had...what was that sticky stuff that you put on it though?)
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
(What the f...what was that? Why this shit got me?)
That's all we want
(But, hey, man, it's love
That's all we want
(It's love)
That's all we want
(It's love that's all you feeling it the love, hey man)
That's all we want
(Yeah, I'm that nigga)

[Intro: French Montana]
What up, Ty?
You already know what it is when you hear that
Hannh, Free TC
Free Max B
This that remix
Montana!

[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
I'm just, blasé, blasé
I'm just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Fuck that Blasé, I give these hoes nothing but heartache
Run with killers from Haiti, sak pase
Got my top down on the highway, we running
Do anything but what I say, we gunning
So, you better go on with the woopdy woop
But, shit, the only thing that you shooting is hoops
See when you make music, you exclude the troops
It's hard to tell who's who and you confused [?]
But anyway, on another day, I'm in LA
With a bitch who probably thot, but too cute to boot
In a big coupe, shorty high as a fool
Moon rock, got her high, doing loopty loops
Chilling with a thick bitch, had to kick back
Made her roll a backwood then she lit that
I'll let her smoke half of it, then I hit that
Ha (Yeah, and then a blunt was next)
Cardio on a bankroll, running a check
We the Bankroll Mob, ain't no fucking with that
And we don't want no excuses we just wanted the stacks
With some rubber bands on it, pull it out a duffle bag
Here, try to pour this shit, you can't
Best believe ain't no breaking the bank
Ain't no shaking me off
Best not put your faith in a fuck nigga cause they can be bought

[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
I'm just, blasé, blasé
I'm just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: French Montana]
I'm a shooter, Luca Brasi, hundred-fifty on my body
Now Roberta went Cavali, I be pimping like I'm Scotty
I just copped a hundred bottles, got me tipsy, blasé, blasé
Pull up, Maserati, kamikaze, shower posse
Got that Shmoney like I'm Bobby, in that Gotti like I'm Gotti
She gon' bust it open sideways, I ain't gotta slip her molly
I'm a don, nigga, hundred on the charm, get a hundred
On the arm, G5 through the storm (Montana!)
Since they gone, don't run up on us, blasé, blasé
I be looking at these jewels, I can tell that's blasé, blasé
Now, she says she got a man, bet she talking blasé, blasé
Cause I met her on a Thursday and I fucked her on the Friday
Montana!

[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
I'm just, blasé, blasé
I'm just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Been a minute but I'm back now, I know everybody need me
All this music getting wack now, ain't nobody wanna see me
To the critics I say blasé, hating niggas, I say blasé
Middle fingers to you fuck niggas, why you wanna rain on my parade?
Yamborghini up in heaven now, man, I promise not to let 'em down
I'm getting hotter than a kettle now, oh man, I'm on a different level now
Man, I told these niggas how to style

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