Kid Red

Kid Red - Ready To Blow feat Game lyrics

rate me

[Chorus]

We getting money over here I can’t lie, I love it

Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it

Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles

Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models

When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up

Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up

But no, we getting money over here, for sure

Got racks on racks, that’s money to blow

Cool ...we popping pills, like we at a rave

Bottom needs swag, when I got spades

And I’m under aged, how I get spades

Leaning in my snapback, bring another rap pack

Louie V napsack, get a sweater rack sack

I fuck with that amber rose,

He don’t do the cash stacks

All I do my cad daddy, tell them bitches back pack

Give a nigga room

Oho, I’m all up in my zone

Only nigga with a groovy and my ... iPhone

I’m mister fuck your baby mama if she want some dick

Check my twitter page for the twitter pic, ...

[Chorus]

We getting money over here I can’t lie, I love it

Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it

Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles

Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models

When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up

Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up

But no, we getting money over here, for sure

Got racks on racks, that’s money to blow

Look, niggas know the name, these bitches do too

Now we smoking on that ganja popping chicken with my crew

Me and my niggas do the same, fuck these bitches stack this loot

Now haters say I’m hogging lanes, I’m ... 22’s

And the niggas know the statement, all about the paper

You know how the story go, when it’s coming from a hater

You ain’t seen me in the club, you wanna beat me in the club

Big bottle popping animal, spend the Bentley in the club

And you niggas barely living, no attention from the women

Buying drinks at the bar, now how the hell is that going?

I be doing big shit, big popping on the hoes

Black war, whole click, get it popping on them hoes, yeah

[Chorus]

We getting money over here I can’t lie, I love it

Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it

Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles

Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models

When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up

Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up

But no, we getting money over here, for sure

Got racks on racks, that’s money to blow

Yikes, I can’t lie, I love it

Piece on the chain worth more than your budget

Stunting out in public with the bitch that you trusted

Got her in the crib, her legs spread, mustard

Colder than some custard, all the cars custom

Audemar’s question them, benjamins and shuffling

Dealt a bad hand so a nigga started hustling

And just like this baby we pouring, I started bubbling

Money started doubling, tripling, quadrupling

Kush like snoppin in, hoes like look at them

Pull up in some stupid shit, dumb retarded coop and shit

Ain’t no recouping this, you know why?

[Chorus]

We getting money over here I can’t lie, I love it

Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it

Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles

Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models

When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up

Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up

But no, we getting money over here, for sure

Got racks on racks, that’s money to blow.

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