Blowmymnd Juelz Santana

Blunt full of that Buddha
Car full of them shooters
Bad chick from Bermuda
But my Brazilian girl even cuter
She drop down to her knees like 'I don't do this all the time'
And that's when I reply
Girl you know you lyin'
I looked right in her eyes and said 'girl you know you fine'
She said men think with they penis
So I told her blow my mind
That foreign car parked outside
She know that shit is mine
And a real ni-a, son, like me
She know that's hard to find
I pulled up, I'm turnt up
No, I don't wait on no line
That Jesus piece, that cuban link
Versace shades on my eyes
Now I know how B.I.G. felt
I'm strapped boy, no seat belt
You a bitch nigga, yeah a female
I'm a G male, no E-mail
Still got that comeback
Wholesale and retail
I'm riding on that money train
And I don't wanna be derailed
I don't pop them mollies
But I know that she will
I'm high up, that weed smell
And that codeine got me ill