Jerome The Prince, Unexplored Sounds - Blah Blah Blah Lyrics

They be hating cause I’m really in my bag…
They be hating cause I’m murdering these tracks…
Aw man, I can’t blame them, I’d be jealous too…
Take a L, to be honest I don’t ever do…
Fuck boys talking to me all I hear is blah blah blah…
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah…
Man I’m just laughing in their face, I’m like ha ha ha…
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha…

Life is what you make it man I swear that shit the truth…
All I do is get the bag, most of y’all need to get a clue…
You know it’s real when your money went from green to looking blue…
And if you don’t know what I mean by that, this song is not for you…
Cause I make music for the real ones who stay, putting them hours in…
They sour that i’m making dough, just give me my flowers man…
No one man should have all that power…
I’m even making money while i’m singing in the shower…
You against me, is like Bron versus Crowder…
Living by the beach by spitting fire like i’m Bowser…
Homie you won’t make no paper if you acting coward…
The biggest clowns on this planet, Jerome’s doubters…

They finna know the boy, I stay connected like a router…
I’ve been stunting on them since a younging watching Chowder…
They think they finna smoke me, i just hit them with a counter…
These fellas washed up, man i call them Dwight Howard…
They say that money talks well my money talks louder…
Happy Boys finna run this shit, the world’s ours…
Always go the extra miles, I ain’t talking Prowler…
My wifey looking like a snack, i’m finna devour…
Aye, and you know that I be coming with the real shit…
You don’t even need no hands to feel this…
Aye, Aye, Number one, like the number Fields is…
Aye aye, hit it from the back she getting chills quick…