Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Blunt Blowin' lyrics

[Verse 1] I live it up like these are my last days If time is money, I'm an hour past paid Ugh, gunpowder in my hourgla** n***as faker than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the lines Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds And they say never say never, but f** it, nevermind I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah [Hook] x2 I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin' I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pa** for me to bust yo a**, n***a [Verse 2] Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them b**hes All about my riches, my name should be Richard Cut the bullsh** out, I'm Edward with the scissors Life is a choice, and d**h is a decision Times have changed, but f** it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two dots Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em I'm a bad motherf**er cause the good die young Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks, and motherf**ers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting Eastside, MOB Piru Damu [Hook] I'mma blunt blowin', polo drawers showin' I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't need a bus pa**, for me to bust yo a** n***a [Verse 3] Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker And freedom was my girl, until they f**ing took her You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids But I don't wanna know, cause sh** I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why sh**? Motherf**er ask me why, I say YM Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherf**er [Hook] [Outro] I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home It's Young Mula, baby