Artist: HoodRich Pablo Juan Album: Master Sensei (Mixtape) Song: Blow It All Typed by: AZ Lyrics Walking with a cool ten in the mall Fuck that shit, nigga, blow it all New Chanels in, get a phone call Tell Jeffrey that I want them all I bust a pint open, I'm drinking raw Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all Fuck it, nigga, I'ma ball Fuck it, I'ma get it right back Fuck it, I'ma blow it all They ain't used to text back, now they call Fuck them bitches, I'ma fuck them all Fuck up the money and get it right back Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all I fucked up a little ten in the mall I trap at Neiman, think I play basketball I walk in that shit you ain't never saw That blue cookie turned into a Avatar My niggas, they with me, I got them all Put a four in the Sprite, drink a deuce raw Put a twenty on my neck, that's a waterfall Bust down a Rollie or Audemars, I want them all Front end come in, I'ma blow it all Back end come in, I'ma throw it all Spend money on pistols and choppers and all Just bought a whole pound, I'ma blow it all Damn, I got raw on my G Star I'ma fuck on your bitch at a Five-Star How you blow a motor out of a brand new car? Trapping hard, I just bought new Givenchy with stars Walking with a cool ten in the mall Fuck that shit, nigga, blow it all New Chanels in, get a phone call Tell Jeffrey that I want them all I bust a pint open, I'm drinking raw Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all Fuck it, nigga, I'ma ball Fuck it, I'ma get it right back Fuck it, I'ma blow it all They ain't used to text back, now they call Fuck them bitches, I'ma fuck them all Fuck up the money and get it right back Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all Fuck up that shit 'cause I know I'm rich Grew up [?] for the risk Eating filet at the Ruth's Chris I bust down the Rollie, it's lit I throw up the money, she hit the splits My nigga, we good like we hit a lick I might just throw the [?] off a brick I might just trick off on your bitch I blow it all, I don't give a shit Blow it with my niggas, hoodrich Fuck the rap money, been had the bricks Got free bands, started from a nick Keep telling my niggas stop taking shit Fuck the rap game up, I'm raping it Designer Pampers when my baby take a shit I'm the bird man, on my Baby shit I'll serve you a baby, I'll break the bricks Walking with a cool ten in the mall Fuck that shit, nigga, blow it all New Chanels in, get a phone call Tell Jeffrey that I want them all I bust a pint open, I'm drinking raw Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all Smoking the cookies out the cookie jar Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all Fuck it, nigga, I'ma ball Fuck it, I'ma get it right back Fuck it, I'ma blow it all They ain't used to text back, now they call Fuck them bitches, I'ma fuck them all Fuck up the money and get it right back Fuck it, nigga, I'ma blow it all