Ty Dolla Sign - Blase Lyrics
[Intro: Future]You know what's going onOver there and over there, okay[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a bezel like blasé, blaséI'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)I'm just, blasé, blaséI'm just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blaséOrdered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blaséWhipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]Blasé, blasé, blasé, all I drink is BombayWhen I'm with my niggas, I might drink that HennySmoking kush in public, mother***** the policeI ain't scared to die, on them dead homiesHit them licks, wh-whipping the bricksStill with the shit, I'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm richI got hoes nigga, I got hoes in different area codesI think I'm Nate DoggI started from the ground I'm that nigga nowI stay with the loud, can you hear me now?And my ***** cold, she a centerfoldPut her on a stand, and she never told[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a bezel like blasé, blaséI'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)I'm just, blasé, blaséI'm just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blaséOrdered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blaséWhipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]I break the bank like an athlete, honShawty krunk drunk, *****ing up her new LouboutinsIf I let her in my Masi she might be a trending topicBefore she gotta ride it, bust it, pop it, blasé, blaséBeen spent your rent and I'm still blowing big facesSomething 'bout them Ben Franklins make any ***** get *****Crew got the juice, ***** you don't need no chasersBall on these niggas, I need knee replacements[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a bezel like blasé, blaséI'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)I'm just, blasé, blaséI'm just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blaséOrdered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blaséWhipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah[Verse 3: Swae Lee]Sipping out the jug until I feel it in my bodyI was, uh, hoping you were salty when you saw meKeep her rowdy, seen around me, all we do is dip and dabGot twin turbos on twin turbos and them *****es really smashIt's a 50/50 chance I might, ditch ya (ditch ya)It's a 50/50 chance that these niggas didn't pitch inI'm pouring up 'til I can't no moreI swear everything I see slo mo'[Hook: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a bezel like blasé, blaséI'm just, whipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)I'm just, blasé, blaséI'm just, blasé, blasé, blasé, blaséOrdered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blaséWhipping Maserati (skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah[Outro: Future]Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we wantAlcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we wantAlcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we wantAlcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we wantThat's all we wantThat's all we wantThat's all we wantThat's all we want
