Lyrics Blow It - Sway, RYAN THOMAS, They Call Me Raptor

Blow It

Money comes money goes
On them cars on them clothes
Rolling fast, Monaco
The more that we make the more we’re gonna BLOW
By the truckload, we buy the truck
Divide it up and get the finest stuff
Till they all like «were do you find this stuff?»
It’s quite enough but it’s never quiet enough now… (Shhhhhhh)
Deep breath
My (whip) needs a new engine
My (crib) needs a new bedroom
My (trip) needs an extension
My (Flight) needs some more leg room
My (Card) needs some more credit
From over to down under yeah we get it… (Bounce bounce)
Money don’t grow on trees my friend
Let it all fall down like leaves I spend on you.
On you (Like the speakers I’m
a blow)
‘Cause I’m a blow it all on my baby (Bounce bounce)
Baby… I’m a blow it all on you (Bounce bounce)
Baby… I’m a blow it all on my…
London up to Leeds we started off slow
And then we made a way out of Norway now we’re in Oslo
From LA to Toronto from Germany to Japan, they’re calling me the man
When I speed up the flow and the words start Russian like its Moscow
Everybody follow me on to the next level
Gas pedal when I’m on a roll, I keep it moving
Never stopping left them in a puff of smoke
Never gonna chock, still I’m in my Prime wanna vote?
Could be running for a election, no this ain’t a running joke
I don’t want a boat, might want a jet, might want to jet
To another show
Mic check, right on the set
Turn it up and let me see your hands up in the air when you
(Bounce bounce bounce Come on)
Money don’t grow on trees my friend
Let it all fall down like leaves I spend on you.
On you (Like the speakers I’m
a blow)
‘Cause I’m a blow it all on my baby (Bounce bounce)
Baby… I’m a blow it all on you (Bounce bounce)
Baby… I’m a blow it all on my…
Slide through life like a penguins belly (Yep)
Gotta get yours if the food ain’t ready
Oh my I see drones fly (Yep)
Call of Duty there’s no lives
Am I moving a Rubicon can’s fruity
They’re usually on patrol (Yep)
Nanny don’t have too long to go, no life coach on the couch at home
Swans and ugly ducklings corrupted, can’t swim round the pond
Thinking that your even gonna get a crust chucked in
What a fuckrie (Yep)
Casual are the casualties (Yep)
Nail in the coffin for the lavish needs (Yep)
Hammerheads swim around the man that bleeds (Yep)
I watch from the island for my sanity (Yep)
Polar bears over hear fam' its peak… (Yehhh)