Blow That Shit AZ (Ft. Dave East)

[Intro: AZ]
Haha, get money (Get money)
Everybody gettin' money, right?
Well, ain't they?

[Pre-Chorus: Varrick Smith & Dave East]
One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, nigga, pop somethin'

[Chorus: Varrick Smith & Dave East]
Blow that shit (Blow that shit), blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit), blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ugh
Blow that shit (Blow that shit), blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow it, nigga), blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to fail with a digi' scale on the couch, nigga

[Verse 1: AZ]
Secret agendas, I sit amongst my members involved
And like gods, we dialogue over dinners incog'
Closed curtains, еxpose no person
Privacy's a part of the wеave, globally mergin'
Conversin', speakin' on physics through analytics
Stand frigid, double my digits and I ran with it
Out of the skillet to a fly high rise, exquisite
Luxury views, Central Park exhibit
Fuck a critic, switchin' lanes is my claim to fame
So my mishaps with the raps, y'all can blame the game
Still, it's the slang mixed with rhythms and mysticism
Bein' the reasons the women dig him and killas big him, I'm spillin' wisdom
Right wrongs, I enlight and reform
Scribe a scripture like a picture, send a kite through the storm
Let's get it on for what I'm reppin', no misconceptions, I'm imperfection
From Brooklyn Bridge, got a sign from BIG, he sent his blessings (Uh)