Don’t Blow My High Zak Downtown (Ft. Murda Mook)

Hook (Zak Downtown)
I got money on my mind and I swear the world is mine
So, Don’t Blow my High no
Don’t blow my high
I got Money on my mind and I swear the world is mine
So Don’t Blow my High no
Don’t Blow my mother fucking high
High x 7
Don’t Blow my Mother fucking high
High x 7

(Verse 1 Zak Downtown)
Can't see me coming like a back screen
Im here for that cash B, when the mass sleeps
Im awake dreaming bout all types of cake
I want paper, not fame ho we all know that don’t last
I’m blowing on that cali kush I know someone that grows that
Put that in the grinder, hold paper just like a binder
Must I remind you im here for the gold like a miner
Your girls at my show and im eyeing her
Its not my fault if she eye me back
She likes me cause I rap And im fine with that
She told me im guapo
But I just want that guap wow
I changed plans, made grands
Now I shake hands with made men
I I make trends don’t follow shit
Ditched all my fake friends
Often imitated, but we originate it
Shorty gave me the keys to the crib
And I just might visit later like