Lyrics Travis Porter

Travis Porter

Blow It

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

Dolce Gabanna on my shirt, fresh as fuck

Brand new red bottoms, I ain't tieing them up

Bitch hold the work, is you down or what?

Four pour up something, put the dope in your butt

Now she the type of hoe that like to get choked when she fuck

And I won't give her shit, smoke a blunt with the slut

I'm the type of nigga to put 30's on truck

Dirty dirty dirty, I like pouring my cup

Big bank take lil bank, fuck what you think

Ain't no limit like the tank, bitch I'm pulling rank

Me I need 2 bitches, no we can't negotiate

Kissin' on her girlfriend, now tell me how this hoe ain't gay

Molly what motivate, I'm the type to drink to pour 8

Jug the thing and bring the flame, swear I never been a lame

VVS's in my chain, 50 carats in the ring

All white Balmain, lookin like some Cocaine

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

I got a check out the mud

I got a check and I throw it

I got a check in the hood

I got a pack in the hood

I heard them boys talking crazy

So I came back to the hood

Yeah I'm right back on the east

Yeah I'm right back on the wood

Yeah I'm right back up in MagDon't

Them bitches don't know what happen

Them bitches knowin' I'm dabbing

I'm just throwing the cabbage

I let it go and I win

Buy rings by the 10

My cuban cost 10

Spending 10 times 10

Got them doing mathematics

Got them twerking in the mansion

I got extras in the pantry

Throwing money make her ancie

2 hoes that's a duo

4 hoes in the 2 door

Fucked them all, need a do over

Nigga came in like Moo-o

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

That hoe live in the gutter

I'm pulling up and I fuck her

She suck my dick and we cut her

I ain't hit her friend, but I shoulda

I'm fucking like 3 or 4 hoes

Doing 3 or 4 shows

I put my dick in her nose

I'm an asshole

Got a bitch jumping like John

These hoes so fine but annoying

I got the coke and they blowing

I got them racks and they showing

They snorting it all off the table

I'm getting head watching cable

I fucked her friend minutes later

I'm on the cover of the Fader

Louis Vuitton yeah, Taylor

My Coope You niggas ain't talking 'bout shit

You bitches ain't really got shit

I got this check and I blow it

I got the racks and I throw it

I got the racks and I show it

Smoking this weed like I grow it

I'm screaming out "where your hoe at?"

Bitch take a picture, kodak

I'm spending money, you know that

I'm at the spot where the dope at

Fuck the 2 door, where the 4 at?

I'm at the pot, where the blow at?

You got your hoe on the low jack

I can control her with modak

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get racks the long way

I get racks the long way

I get racks the long way

I get racks the long way

Told that hoe "put your heart in that package, bitch let's get this money"

Trapping in style, trapping in fashion, everything exclusive

Missed that Burberry with that Fendi, fuck that Gucci

Imma smash your back all night, on prescription

Park my foreign whip on the curb, I push up on you

Stock pile of my ammunition, big guns like Contra

Your ass fat in them heels, grab on you if you're loyal

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

I get the check and I blow it

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way

We get racks the long way