Ty Dolla Sign ft. Future & Rae Sremmurd - Blasé (Lyrics)

[Intro: Future]

You know what's going on

Over there and over there, okay

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)]

(Ordered up a hundred roses

Need a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign ]

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, all I drink is Bombay

When I'm with my niggas, I might drink that Henny

Smoking Kush and pull it, motherfuck the police

I ain't scared to die, on them dead homies

Hit them licks, wh-whipping the bricks

I'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm rich

I got hoes, I got hoes in different area codes, I think I'm Nate Dogg

I started from the ground I'm that nigga now

I stay with the loud, can you hear me now?

And my bitch cold, She a centerfold

Put her on a stand, and she never too

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)]

(Ordered up a hundred roses

Need a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

[Verse 2: Slim Jimmy]

I break the bank like an athlete, hon

Shawty caught drunk, fucking up her new Louboutins

If I let her in my Masi she might be a trending topic

Before she gotta ride it, gotta pop it, Blasé, Blasé

Bust it, spin, spin your [?], and I'm still blowing big faces

Something 'bout them Ben Franklins make any bitch get naked

Crew got the juice, bitch you don't need no chasers

Ball on these niggas, I need knee replacements

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)]

(Ordered up a hundred roses

Need a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]

Sipping out the jug until I feel it in my body

I was, uh, hoping you were salty when you saw me, keep her rowdy

Seen around me, all we do is dip and dab

Got twin turbos on twin turbos and them bitches really smash

It's a 50/50 chance I might, get ya, get ya

It's a 50/50 chance that these niggas didn't pitch in

I'm pouring up 'til I can't no more

I swear everything I see slow mo'

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign (Future)]

(Ordered up a hundred roses

Need a bezel like Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé)

Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like

Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

Whiping Maserati, skurr, skurr, skurr

Oh, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé, Blasé

[Outro: Future]

Alcohol and chronic is all we want

Alcohol and chronic is all we want

Alcohol and chronic is all we want

Is all we want

Is all we want

Is all we want