Rob Ray - Blazin Lyrics

Back blazin
Gon cray
Wavy
Let go
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me
See I’m back on my bs
Fuck y’all niggas y’all couldn’t be us
Naw I ain’t never lose a step
Hunnit mile and running no cap
I been riding through the city on some mayor shit
Keep that money counter counting on some major shit
See I’ve been going OT I’m on a road run
Feeling like I’m money king I’m smacking go’s now
I only ride with a few can’t entertain niggas
Keep that three eighty in my pocket quick to bang niggas
Or put a price up on your head and get you knocked off
Plus I got some lil niggas with me quick to pop off
Wad up
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me
Yea
See I’m still up on my bs
Keep a bad one call her Mona Lisa
This the kinda life cost you your life nigga
And One smack could go head and change up your life nigga
I’m talking off white denims, hunnits stuffed in em
Pull up in the newest it’s mine when I’m in it
Can’t afford to sleep I hear that money calling
And when my arms get to itching that’s when the perky calling
I got a crazy fetish for the sound of money counters
See I been riding through the city ducked off in a bucket
Windows tinted you can’t even catch a glimps yea
It ain’t a secret you can’t even ride with wave yea
Wad up
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me
Fade me
All that small talk couldn’t fade
Feeling a way
But bitch I’m back blazin
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me

Back blazin
Gon cray
Wavy
Let go
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me
See I’m back on my bs
Fuck y’all niggas y’all couldn’t be us
Naw I ain’t never lose a step
Hunnit mile and running no cap
I been riding through the city on some mayor shit
Keep that money counter counting on some major shit
See I’ve been going OT I’m on a road run
Feeling like I’m money king I’m smacking go’s now
I only ride with a few can’t entertain niggas
Keep that three eighty in my pocket quick to bang niggas
Or put a price up on your head and get you knocked off
Plus I got some lil niggas with me quick to pop off
Wad up
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me
Yea
See I’m still up on my bs
Keep a bad one call her Mona Lisa
This the kinda life cost you your life nigga
And One smack could go head and change up your life nigga
I’m talking off white denims, hunnits stuffed in em
Pull up in the newest it’s mine when I’m in it
Can’t afford to sleep I hear that money calling
And when my arms get to itching that’s when the perky calling
I got a crazy fetish for the sound of money counters
See I been riding through the city ducked off in a bucket
Windows tinted you can’t even catch a glimps yea
It ain’t a secret you can’t even ride with wave yea
Wad up
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me
Fade me
All that small talk couldn’t fade
Feeling a way
But bitch I’m back blazin
Bitch I’m back blazin
Keep that money counter going crazy
Feeling a way
All that small talk couldn’t fade me