My Blower

[Intro: Future & Juicy J]

Hold up

Esco

Hold up

I got you mane

It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical, I can tell you that

Ayy

[Chorus: Future & Juicy J]

Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up

Bitch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')

Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)

Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)

I'm always chasin' these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor (mhmm)

I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more

Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours

She ain't tell me this pussy was yours (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

I just popped my hood (hood) and I can't find my motor (motor)

I walked in the bank (bank) like bitch never mind my odor (my odor)

That's grade A loud I'm blowin (mhmm) I just put my wrist out, it's snowin (snowin)

Its a baby AR I'm totin' (totin'), nigga try me right now, I'mma show him

Been getting paid since the percolator, you ain't real you a impersonator (nigga)

I got money so damn old that it ain't even in circulate (yeah)

Hook your ass to a respirator, I was only tryna help you haters

Send my goons to assassinate you, my joint so long I use wrapping paper

Lit, I'm a stoner, met your girl at the club I'mma bone her

You can have that hoe right back, I don't want that bitch, she a loaner

Used to be hanging on the corner, now a nigga live on the Billboard

I got more money than I can spend, and a team full of niggas that’ll kill for it

[Chorus: Future]

Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up

Bitch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')

Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)

Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)

I'm always chasin these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor

I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more

Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours

Lil' nigga need to go chill, good thing I had my blower

[Verse 2: Future]

Sixteen zips in the seal, twenty-five hundred tomorrow

Pushin up in a new whip, got wings all on my doors

Fuckin off in Chanel, I done bought the Hermes store up

Rollin' up straight out the zip (smoke) OG all in my bud (kush)

Made my hoe switch ships, bitch you know I'm the plug

Actavis, Actavis, Actavis, bitch gotta keep two cups

Mix it up till it turn pink, now about the time we po' up (po' up)

I done been up for a week, now I feel like I'm about to throw up

Fuck around hit my cup (cup) you ain't gon' do nothin but nod (pint)

Ran up on a whole lotta millions (millions) Super done beat those odds (odds)

Hang around a lot of retards, gotta keep the hammer on guard

I'm gonna make it hard for you eat, cause most of you niggas y'all frauds

[Chorus: Future]

Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up

Bitch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')

Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)

Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)

I'm always chasin these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor

I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more

Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours

Lil' nigga need to go chill, good thing I had my blower