Rich Homie Quan - Blah Blah Blah (Remix) lyrics

[Hook - Rich Homie Quan:] It was hard to hear at first I couldn't understand what you sayin' And these b**hes bound to get hurt 'Cause a lot of these n***as be playin' And I f** with shorty on the low And I know she know I'm the man So that extra sh** gotta go She probably don't know that I f**ed her friend If she ask about it I'm a be like, "Blah blah blah blah" When she try to argue with me I be like, "Blah blah blah blah" Trying to get back with me I be like, "Hell nah nah nah" And we ain't talking about no money I'm like, "Blah blah blah blah" [Verse 1 - Fabolous:] I said, n***a be talkin' that blah 'Til you walk up with that blah, we ain't playin' Heard he got hit in his eye Heard he got bust in his mouth, see I'm sayin'? Shorty gon' get on that D First she gon' get on her knees, she ain't prayin' Told her I'm a run it right back Dog it ain't even like that, she ain't stayin' I ain't got no f**in' time, 'less it's f**in' time You ain't with it, go, please don't waste my f**in' time Got places to go, got people to see Got this kilo on my neck, I'm just keepin' it G n***as dissin' for a listen, waitin' for a mention n***as lose all respect tryna gain attention All this extra sh**, man I need choppers with extensions And all this work out here, you'd think we're waitin' on a pension, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2 - Ty Dolla $ign:] Every time I talk to my baby mama She like "Blah, blah, blah, blah" Every time I f** on my Spanish b**h She call me papa Every time I hit the club I came with all of my n***as Them n***as over there, they broke I take all of their b**hes I spend all of this money Then get it right back in the morning Got that Sprite in my cup With some of that you ain't even know it Wash that zanny down with that Möet I be f**ed up but I never show it Bought 10 bottles, I ain't even pour up I just came to make the sh** go up Yeah, ball out on these hoes Bars out on these hoes, I'll leave without these hoes That's on my mama, that's on the game It's so loud, I can't hear what you're sayin' [Hook] [Verse 3 - Dej Loaf:] I done made a hundred K this week Lord, why they wanna hate on me? All white, not a stain on me Diamonds dance like K.O.D Pimp sh**, should have a cane on me I'm in Saks, no c'est la vie I don't Tampa, that's 813 Them n***as know I'm from the 313 This b**h think she f**in' with me Tell her body bag herself And I did this on my own I ain't ever ask for help f** you mean? That's that cash you smelled Talk crazy, no pastors here Make a p**y do a backwards flip Hallelujah yeah the pastor's here Choppers spit, ch-choppers out Chopper style, hundred rounds Get on the ground, don't make a sound, yeah, yeah Keep runnin' your mouth, have them boys run in your house Silencer don't make a sound Blah, blah, blah, blah These pussies off their mark [Hook]