Zak Downtown - Don't Blow My High lyrics

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I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine

So don’t blow my high, no

Don’t blow my high

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine

So don’t blow my high, no

Don’t blow my motherfucking high

High, high, high, high, high

Don’t blow my motherfucking high

High, high, high, high, high

Can’t see me coming like a back screen

I’m here for that cash beam

When the mass leads I’mma wait

Dreaming ‘bout all types of cake

I want paper, not feigning hoe

We all know that don’t last

I’m blowing on that Cali kush

I know someone that grows that

Put that in the grinder, grow paper just like a binder

Must I remind you I’m here for the gold like a miner

Your girl on my show on the minors

Stunt my funky, she had me back, she like me ‘cause I’m rapping

I’m fine with that

She tell me I’m guapo but I just want that guap

I change plans, I make grams, now I shake hands with made men

I make trends, don’t follow shit, ditched all my fake friends

Often imitated, but we originated

Shorty gave me the keys to the crib and I just might visit later

Like high, welcome to the new wave

Time to get that money ain’t no such thing as toupee

We stack it, stack it, stack it, stack it

‘Bout to go block it and stunt on your asses

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine

So don’t blow my high, no

Don’t blow my high

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine

So don’t blow my high, no

Don’t blow my motherfucking high

High, high, high, high, high

Don’t blow my motherfucking high

High, high, high, high, high

Blue dream, Cali kush, please motherfucker don’t blow my high

Top down in the winter, god damn nigga how cold am I?

Model trip, want a pot, damn near cried when I told her ‘hi’

You think I’mma fly, never get high, I always supply

Cold styling, ok, those gold medallions

That beef get ultraviolet, we turn ultra violent

We crack your vocal noggin, you see that fo-fo styling

Oh no, just know when to blow, don’t hold their head, no purple sirens

Ok, I need my chick and visa whipping

It’s vicious, the trees I’m twisting that leave a stink

That’s perceived as being malicious

So please keep your distance if you ain’t trying to be as high as we are

The last person that smoke this had to go to the ER

High, welcome to the new wave

Time to get that money ain’t no such thing as toupee

We stack it, stack it, stack it, stack it

‘Bout to go block it and stunt on your asses

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine

So don’t blow my high, no

Don’t blow my high

I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine

So don’t blow my high, no

Don’t blow my motherfucking high

High, high, high, high, high

Don’t blow my motherfucking high

High, high, high, high, high